Once Upon a Time I went on a blind date with Mr. Valentine. The date went unusually well (probably because the girls planned it, lets be honest) and he fell madly in love with me.
Okay, not really. But close.
This date happened 2.5 years ago and was quickly followed by a mission farewell/departure. While he was gone, I wrote him a few letters and even met up with him when I found myself in the same area via study abroad. (This happened on Valentines Day.. another great stand alone story.) Since then, his mission has ended and he's come back to the land of Utah. That is where I will begin this story.
Okay, not really. But close.
This date happened 2.5 years ago and was quickly followed by a mission farewell/departure. While he was gone, I wrote him a few letters and even met up with him when I found myself in the same area via study abroad. (This happened on Valentines Day.. another great stand alone story.) Since then, his mission has ended and he's come back to the land of Utah. That is where I will begin this story.
Mr. Valentine seems to think I'm awesome. I'm not complaining, but it does throw me off sometimes. Men don't usually catch on to my awesomeness so quickly. Upon returning from his mission, he immediately began texting/calling me. When he came into town, he took me on a date. Then he came into town specifically to take me on a date! Since then, texting has continued and his interest level seems to be moderately high. I've gone up to his house a few times to hang out with his buddies and everything goes smashingly.
However, just this week I made a small mistake. Before I had complete knowledge that The Roommate was interested in me, I brought him with me to visit Mr. Valentine. I am quite accustomed to The Roommate always tagging along and thought nothing of it.
Thanks to an under cover spy, I know the turbulence that was cause in Mr. Valentine's head due to my actions. He was confused, hurt, and decided to not ask me out again. GREAT. Now I had to take matters into my own hands.
Dating Rule #16: When dealing with slightly clueless men, an undercover spy is always helpful.
Dating Rule #16: When dealing with slightly clueless men, an undercover spy is always helpful.
On the very day of confusion with The Roommate, I had to contact and apologize to Mr. Valentine and assure him my actions of bringing another man were not meant to be offensive. At this point, Mr. Valentine pulled out his true fresh-return-missionary colors and asked a billion questions to assure he was not "friend zoned" like The Roommate had been. In a charming and slightly annoying way, he made sure that it was okay to ask me out again.
Now you may be wondering how I am feeling about Mr. Valentine. Here's the thing: I don't know. I have problems being interested in guys unless I really know them, and I STILL feel like I don't know Mr. Valentine that well. I'm trying to give him a chance, but I can't go much longer forcing feelings. Cause, honestly, while I love hanging out with him, I don't get the butterflies when I see him. If he's expecting anything substantial to happen soon.. we may have another dating casualty. Story of my life.
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