Pseudo Date Number Wha?

Crap, just when I thought it was time to move on.

Yesterday as I was typing in my blog entry, I received a message on Friendster. Actually, it was a reply to a message I sent this guy I sorta liked before. The thing was we never really got to meet. I tried sending him a couple of messages last June and he didn't reply. So I thought, all right, time to move on. Call in the next guy!

Turns out he lost his phone. Or so he says in his message. I'm inclined to believe him, so yeah, he wants to reestablish communication. That made my day. However one cannot look too eager or too excited.

So as with anything that is bound to fuck up your head, the unexpected happens.

I was getting ready to go out for the day. Maybe go to work for some extra overtime paperwork (I do this for fun) or hit the mall with some friends. I also had plans to have dinner with a friend, the one who introduced me to Kakkoii.

Then Kakkoii texts. Crap.

He's sort of asking me out in a very non-committal sort of way.

Didjaget that? No? Lemme rephrase.

He said something like this.

Are you in the area?

Not yet, but I'm on my way. What did you have in mind?

Nothing. I just might want company for dinner.

Ladies and gentlemen, I haved just presented to you the non-committal dinner invite.

To rearrange my schedule or not? That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageously ambigious pseudo-dates or by taking arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them?

So I did.

After a series of misunderstandings, we finally met. He was with two guys whom he introduced to me as the friends of our other common friend, James. The two immediately left and after a week and a half, I was with Kakkoii again.

No we weren't on a date. He pretty much made that clear when he told me that those two asked if he was on one. His reply? Yeah, not really.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

Gee, that made me feel reeeeeaaal special.

He then added that the two guys said, "Aaah, yeah we know you two are going out. James told us."

Gah.

So pseudo-date number who knows what proceeds well enough. We always enjoy our time together. It's the time away that brings about problems.

However I did encounter one critical flaw in his definition of a date. When he found out that I was with James that afternoon, he remarked,

You should have told me that you were with James, that way I wouldn't have interrupted your date.

Where the fuck did that come from? He knows very well that James and I are friends and just that. And if James and I are "dating" then I'm frickin' engaged to Kakkoii already by that definition of his. Of course, using his other definition of dating (which he applied to the time we're together), relatively James and I are merely aquaintances.

Mixed signals as usual.

When I told him I went to work in the afternoon. He asked me why I had to report to work since it was a Saturday.

I said it was because I didn't have anything better to do, so I decided to work. It's what I always do.

He then opened his mouth to say something, only to take it back. He said it was because it sounded like he was fishing for a compliment.

I twisted his arm for him to say it and after a bit of hesitation, he said:

I meant to say, you'd rather to go work than hang out with me.

Uh, he doesn't text me for days and he expects me to hang out with him? Like I always say, I'm a straightforward guy. Reject me, I'll go away.

So I throw back to him this statement:

You didn't ask me out.

He didn't look at me.

Satisfied with my answer?, I smiled.

No, not really.

I leave this story at this point. What did he mean by that? Discuss the answer amongst yourselves children.