Third base dating stories
If that doesn’t say “first base”, I don’t know what does! He sent me a recipe knowing that I was home working, and suggested that I go out and pick up the ingredients, even though he is passing 3 grocery stores from his house to mine. We began to cook some dinner and I realized he is horrible in the kitchen.
But he planned the cooking class the week before, so I kind of owed him. He was dropping food everywhere and I was making mental notes about which spots I would have to clean afterwards.
I happily went to the store and told him to come around 7, to which he said, “Cool see you then”. At , he told me he was outside and when I opened up the front door for him, I don’t get a hug, I don’t get a hello, but I got a, “your place looks weird”. As I cooked the meal, I suggested he pour some wine instead of wielding a knife and handed him two glasses.
Even my friends had to say “maybe he’s just not that into you”.
I became a less-psycho version of Maggie Gyllenhaal only slightly worse off because I couldn’t even get this guy to kiss me!
Not even a small kiss on the forehead or a peck on the cheek.
Fast forward a couple days later, he asked me if I had plans the upcoming weekend, to which I said no.
He basically invited himself over to my place to watch a movie and suggested we cook dinner. I overlooked the unusual exchange and change the subject.