We kept on chatting and eating the pizza. It certainly took me back to my college days when I didn’t have that much money and sometimes would split it with another guy when our budgets didn’t allow us to go outside of campus on a date.
No matter what day it was or what was happening, it always tasted good. It was one of those few moments that I would treat myself to something I liked.
It was nice that I was now being treated with something as simple as this and was still making me feel good.
That also made me remember the few guys I dated in college. Not everyone had a car, so the easiest thing to do was order a pizza for delivery.
Waiting for it to arrive was usually the ‘make or break’ moment because that’s the time you would talk about yourself and pretty much figure out what the guy was made of.
It was ironic that I was experiencing the same emotions over a food as I was doing tonight.
I believed we stayed for one more hour and decided to call it a night. We didn’t agree on anything happening next.
I thanked him for the evening during our walk back to the cars. He repeated the thing of walking in the inside of the sidewalk. But this time I took him by the arm and moved him to the outside.
“I was taught that guys should walk on the side that faces the street so they protect the woman,” said I to which he gave me a puzzled look for obviously not having any knowledge of this etiquette rule.
I really didn’t care if he liked it or not. I wasn’t doing it to be a show off or pretend I was better at him on certain life matters.
I did it because I wanted to determine if he was worth any more of my time once I got on my car and left.
He didn’t make any comment about what I said, so we kept walking as if nothing had happened.
We got to our cars, which for me signaled the end of the night.
“Thanks again, it was a lovely evening,” said I.
I didn’t say anything else. I was not making the same mistake as before of chasing guys or trying to define the situation immediately.
“Would you like to have a drink at my apartment? I’ve got wine,” said he.
Ok, that I wasn’t expecting. This made me remember of ‘want to hang out at my dorm room for a while?’
Oh boy, this question is as scary as a Halloween horror movie. Trick or treat?