For the past two weeks or so I’ve been seeing a girl, let’s call her, um… Andrea. I met her online and decided to start talking to her beyond normal Internet chat because I found out she’d be working three doors from where I live this summer.
We have a ton of things in common. We both love Star Wars and Monty Python. She’s incredibly smart. Has great taste in music. The only substantial difference, and it’s a small one, is that she’s 19 and in college, I’m 23 and in a real-world job.
So we decide to meet, which evolved into a date. It went really well. A week later she comes over my place and we somehow end up having sex. I say “somehow” because we were messing around in our nekkidness and all of a sudden… tab A found its way into slot B, with no trying on my part. We didn’t plan it, but just sort of ran with it.
Then last night, I stayed over at her place. And suddenly, everything she did was getting on my nerves. Her voice, her mannerisms, her lame jokes, her voice, her constant never-ceasing attempts to punch me in the stomach or tickle me (what is this? 3rd grade?), and her voice (yeah, it’s really, really annoying). She tries to be cute but only comes across as cloying. When we retired to the bedroom, there was no physical chemistry at all. I don’t know about her, but I was just going through the motions of the whole thing. When I got up in the morning I had to leave quick and get to work, but she tried to keep my backpack away from me, which I didn’t find cute or funny at the time. By time I kissed her goodbye, it felt like I was kissing my sister.
I guess it was good for me to at least try dating a girl. After all, I had spent nearly all of 2001 and some of 2002 hung up on one girl (readers of my past threads will no doubt know about that). But now I find myself wanting to break up with this girl. Am I judging too quickly? Also, if I decide this needs to be done, should I do it now over the phone, or wait a week till she comes back from Boston and do it face-to-face? I know she’s WAY more attached to me than I am to her (heck, I’m practically glad she won’t be in town for a week), so I don’t want to devestate her, but I also don’t want to prolong this anymore than needed. Blech.