I had a funny feeling in my stomach yesterday. For some reason I knew that Xandor was going to call or stop by even though I wasn�t supposed to see him until tonight. I sat outside and enjoyed the warm temperatures, but every so often my eyes would drop down and eye the telephone.
I used to get the same feelings when I was waiting for Rene�.
He called at 6:45 p.m. and Romy had to convince me to pick up the phone. I didn�t want to talk to him right then.
But I answered.
�Melissa, this is Xandor. I must see you for 15-20 minutes right away! It is important.� So having an open schedule I agreed, and hung up. I remarked to Romy how he said it was very important.
�Maybe that�s because he�s going to propose,� she snickered with a sidelong glance at me.
�Yeah right,� I retorted. I didn�t even give that a second thought.
Well, I waited, and I waited, and then waited some more. An hour goes by. Romy goes in to make dinner, while I sit on the porch and wait.
Another phone call from Xandor: �Melissa, I am close. I�ll be right to your home.� I was a little exasperated at this time. Like Romy says, we�d expect this out of Rene� but not a new guy.
He drives up. I knew immediately that he�d been drinking because his eyes were a little red. Every one cleared out and left us alone. He says, �Let�s go inside� and I told him no, we needed to stay outside. It wasn�t like anyone could hear us.
This is new, but it is something I must do until I get to know him.
We needed to stay outside for my own sake, because I can�t resist him if he tries to kiss me or something else. Good idea, Romy. Thanks for the tip.
After talking to him back and forth for about five minutes and getting nowhere, I�m coming to the realization that everything with him is going to be difficult if I don�t lay down some ground rules.
Firstly, he went to a bar right after work which is something you don�t do before you go to your date�s house. I was very disturbed that he went to a bar after work, on a weekday, the third time we meet. It�s creepy.
Oh, and I think he likes to run things. That�s a problem because I�m pretty assertive myself.
One of the first things he tells me is: �Melissa, I no want you to worry about anything. I�ll take care of you and your daughter. Move out of your house and into mine�� Huh?
Um,�.no. I told him that wasn�t going to happen. I told him that my daughter comes first and that I have to be careful about whom I bring around her. I told him that it�s my job to be stable for her.
Next, he tells me �I need you�. Nice. He says, �I no thinking of sex with you. My heart loves your heart.�
I tell him how flattering that is, but I didn�t return the sentiments because I BARELY know the guy.
I told him that we should �date� like normal people. Dinner, walks in the park, movies, etc.
He wants to go on a date right now.
�I can�t. I have to get a babysitter.�
I think he felt disrespected because I didn�t invite him into my home, and I didn�t feed into this emotional hurricane that he wants me to get caught up in. I think he feels that I�m afraid of him or that I�m just playing him.
He tells me how upset he is that we�re not having dinner tomorrow night. I was supposed to make him spaghetti.
I told him we should go out a few times before I have him over.
He mentions candidly that he bought me something lacy (�underwear�) in fact that he wanted to give me Wednesday night. He tells me that he just wants to �play� with me, �No sex�. I tell him that I have a daughter to think of and the only time he�d see me in my underwear is if I had a ring on my finger because I don�t fool around. I also told him that he would not be sleeping over at my house.
He�s exasperated at this point. I told him that the only thing that was standing between him and me is his ego and his thinking that things had to be his way. I told him he was making things harder than they had to be.
He got on his knees and said, �Would you marry me if I asked you to? Okay, marry me Melissa!�
Flabbergasted, I told him that if we had known each other for months then it might be something I can think about. But not right now.
He said, �You think about things. I�m leaving.�
He starts to walk away to his car. I stopped him and asked, �Are you trying to make me feel bad. Is that it? Is that what you�re doing? Well, I�m not doing anything wrong. Sorry you feel that way.�
Finally, he tells me he has to go but he stops and tells me, �Melissa. I tell you this one thing: I will never forget you.�
At this point, I�m kind of hoping he does. This is too much drama for me.
9:49 am - May 19, 2004
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