Feb. 10th, 2020 02:37 pm
Quis venatur ipsos venatores?
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muckefuckSo right now I'm savouring the possibilities of this interesting new fella I met last Saturday for a bit until I make my move and nothing actually comes of them.
We met our friends' housewarming. They have a wonderful new place in the RP and the party was great fun. I noticed your man almost the moment I stepped in but waited about an hour before chatting him up. I should've known from the fact that he hadn't budged from his position at the end of the kitchen island that he didn't know many people there, but he was happy to meet them and I did my best to introduce him around.
I was tipsy by this point, of course, so when he let slip that his juvenile nickname was "Fingers" on account of his piano playing, I made a point of introducing him as "Fingers" to each new person. He took that--and all the rest of my teasing--very much in stride. I'd wangled his surname out of him with the intention of Friending him later, but he obviated that by asking very politely if he could "find on me on the Facepages" before he left.
The most promising moment came when I was introducing him to my pal the teetotaling journalist, who asked him about his background. Fingers gestured to me and said, "You fill him in" and I recapitulated the outline of a CV I'd gotten from our conversation. He put his hand to his chest and said, "I feel so heard!" Later, TJ teased me about seducing him in order to hook him up with someone and I protested by saying, "Mama's gotta eat!"
Mama didn't get so much as a snack. I texted messaged already before going to bed and got a response but it didn't go beyond that. I have a whole plan for my next message--a gentle tease about his piano playing followed by an invitation to dinner--but I'm sitting on it at least until tomorrow. Partly because I don't want to seem too eager and partly because, as I said, I want to enjoy the dream before it's dashed.
I'm feeling again like I'm always the pursuer and never the pursued. When I stop sending messages for a while to see who bothers to get in touch with me, the results are always disappointing. Some folks, to be sure, but never as many as I'd like and seldom the ones I'm most interesting in hearing from. So I keep pressing on--laying my plans, choosing my moment--and try not to invest too much in the outcome.
In the meantime, I'm having to turn down invites right and left just to have time to myself. I got invited to three events on Saturday (snowtubing, day drinking, housewarming) and turned down two and three on Sunday (spa, arcade, Oscar party) and turned down all three in favour of breakfast with Tora and watching a movie with Sad Cub. (If there's any question about how in demand I am, a friend responded to my regrets and thanks for inclusion with "you are such a fun person, so will always be included".)
We met our friends' housewarming. They have a wonderful new place in the RP and the party was great fun. I noticed your man almost the moment I stepped in but waited about an hour before chatting him up. I should've known from the fact that he hadn't budged from his position at the end of the kitchen island that he didn't know many people there, but he was happy to meet them and I did my best to introduce him around.
I was tipsy by this point, of course, so when he let slip that his juvenile nickname was "Fingers" on account of his piano playing, I made a point of introducing him as "Fingers" to each new person. He took that--and all the rest of my teasing--very much in stride. I'd wangled his surname out of him with the intention of Friending him later, but he obviated that by asking very politely if he could "find on me on the Facepages" before he left.
The most promising moment came when I was introducing him to my pal the teetotaling journalist, who asked him about his background. Fingers gestured to me and said, "You fill him in" and I recapitulated the outline of a CV I'd gotten from our conversation. He put his hand to his chest and said, "I feel so heard!" Later, TJ teased me about seducing him in order to hook him up with someone and I protested by saying, "Mama's gotta eat!"
Mama didn't get so much as a snack. I texted messaged already before going to bed and got a response but it didn't go beyond that. I have a whole plan for my next message--a gentle tease about his piano playing followed by an invitation to dinner--but I'm sitting on it at least until tomorrow. Partly because I don't want to seem too eager and partly because, as I said, I want to enjoy the dream before it's dashed.
I'm feeling again like I'm always the pursuer and never the pursued. When I stop sending messages for a while to see who bothers to get in touch with me, the results are always disappointing. Some folks, to be sure, but never as many as I'd like and seldom the ones I'm most interesting in hearing from. So I keep pressing on--laying my plans, choosing my moment--and try not to invest too much in the outcome.
In the meantime, I'm having to turn down invites right and left just to have time to myself. I got invited to three events on Saturday (snowtubing, day drinking, housewarming) and turned down two and three on Sunday (spa, arcade, Oscar party) and turned down all three in favour of breakfast with Tora and watching a movie with Sad Cub. (If there's any question about how in demand I am, a friend responded to my regrets and thanks for inclusion with "you are such a fun person, so will always be included".)