Yahoo Billy Steps Up...and We Both Step Down

First, the debacle was diverted. He understood completely that I didn't want the night's agenda to be meet, have a drink, have sex and actually seemed concerned that I had felt that way. Very nice. So, the date was on.

Second, he's adorable (I mean, really, really adorable ~ just as cute as can be); he's tall but not skinny, which is different for me and I discovered I really liked; he's got excellent taste in music that is even as ecclectic as my own ~ which is rare; he's got depth of personality that I actually was given glimpses of that really impress me. And yes, I spent the night and we had a very nice time, thank you. He even sleep snuggled. Who knew Yahoo Billy would be a sleep snuggler? And, while I'm not usually, I actually snuggled back and it didn't suck ~ which is the highest compliment I can pay sleep snuggling because dammit, there are snuggles and then there is sleep and ne'er the twain shall meet. Let me freakin' sleep already!

So ~ what's the problem? Why am I not here doing the Pobble Hop? The answer is I really don't know. Don't misunderstand me. It's not at all that I dislike him. There is nothing about him to dislike. And I even understand why he's got women throwing themselves at him. The man is..ahem...well...I understand why he's got groupies and all of you do now as well without me having to spell it out, I'm sure. He bought the drinks at the bar. He held my hand while I navigated cobblestones in my high heels. He has the Muppets and techno on his iTunes. He brought me/us water before bed. He offered to turn the volume of his television down if it was too loud for me to fall asleep. He is well tattooed yet none of them are just flash. He is (and Yahoo Billy, if you are reading this, I'm stealing your line. Hell, I'm stealing it even if Yahoo Billy isn't reading it) shy but never timid. Knowing what I know about him and about myself, we should have clicked immediately. Tepid to indifferent on both our parts should not be the response here. And trust me, it is on both our parts. I was nothing special this morning, either. Hell, between not being able to take my makeup off, the giant zit that took over my chin and bed head, I was very nearly bear trap ugly!

I truly believe in his element, Yahoo Billy is hot shit. I know in my element, I am hot shit. And I think we are even hot shit in very, very similar ways. But neither one of us was in our element last night. We were two strangers trying to decide what we wanted from the other one. This morning, I suggested we get to know each other better. (Bless him, he looked like a deer in the headlights as he said "I'm not looking for anything." The relief was almost humourous when I laughed and said "Dear God, NO!") I just want to see if the person I think could be my friend is really in there because right now, it's kinda ... eh, whatever. Isn't that horrible? But I just don't believe he's really that boring. So, we're going to get to know each other a little better, hang out a little more, see if we really could be friends. We both understand neither one of us is looking for A Relationship. And oh thank God that we are on the same page! So, it will be interesting. And I think it will actually even be a good time. I know it could be. And if it's not, if for some reason he continues to bore me and I continue to bore him ~ even that'll make a good story one of these days.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.