Remember Kevin? The insignificant three-week fling from my freshman year. The one who started texting me last Saturday night. Well the texting continued all week. Actually, it never stopped. We’re still talking. Right now.
Kevin kept up conversation just as before. He’d ask about my day, complain about his job, take interest in my hobbies, and so on and so forth. Eventually I got used to it and after a few days I was expecting his texts. One day I even initiated the conversation myself, because I knew it was coming anyways. Our conversations were long and detailed. Kevin would send me a text that looked as long as a five paragraph essay (you know, in respect to an iPhone screen). Kevin would double text (you know, when you send a text, don’t get a response and send another about something entirely different). I didn’t understand why this was happening. He wasn’t mentioning hanging out nor was he outright flirting with me.
So, because my 17 year old brother left the state for two weeks, I had to turn to my internship boys for advice. Fun fact: I may be doing this again in the future as it might be more useful to take advice from those who are my age/older than me than from my teen-aged little brother.
Anyways, I told them the situation and simply asked: Why is he texting me?
Of course, I’m not an idiot and I got the answer I expected: He wants to get with you. But why? Why me? And why has he been talking to me all week, why doesn’t he just cut to the chase?
Because, my dear naive little intern, he’s playing the long con.
Apparently, this is a tactic. I had no idea. It makes sense, really. It’s just not something I would have thought about. The long con, in my interpretation, is the act of getting what you want, well, the long way.
In reality I get it, and he’s smart for pulling it off. Had he just texted me asking to hang out right off the bat I would have immediately said no. He had to warm me up to the idea. He had to make me trust him again. Sneaky, sneaky.
But here’s the kicker – Kevin never asked me to hang out. He was just conveniently at the same bar as me Friday night. Granted, I knew he was going to be there, he knew I was going to be there, and by default, more often than not, students from my University end up at this particular bar at the end of nearly every weekend night. So I can’t be too shocked and it wasn’t exactly stalking.
At first seeing him was a bit awkward, but that quickly ended as we were both a bit drunk. Then his friends left him behind and he stayed with me. Then he asked me to dance. Then we were making out. Not as adorable and high-school-like as the story I told you last time, is it?
I want to take you home with me, he said. I want to take you home and just make-out with you and cuddle until the sun comes up. I won’t make a move, not unless you want me to. He’s good. He knows just the right things to say. And he got what he wanted. I went home with him and we kissed until the sun came up. He didn’t make a move, though I can’t say that I didn’t want him to.
Of course I asked him why on Earth he was texting me all week. I finally got the answer I wanted, the truth. He just got out of a long term relationship and wanted a girl to talk to. He realized he didn’t know many girls and he figured he’d take a shot in the dark with me. He was shocked I even responded.
Curiosity is my biggest weakness.
I’m aware that I’m his rebound, but he didn’t try to play it off that I wasn’t. So I think, I think I’m okay with that. When he asked me why I even responded to his text, I told him I was curious. And I told him I had no reason not to; he’s much nicer than the last guy I was with. *coughCEDROcough*
So let it be known that we’re still talking. Let it be known that I plan to see him again. I’m not sure if this breaks any rules, but I did say yes to a nice guy regardless of him being one brilliant con-artist.
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Now, on a totally unrelated note, here’s a real triumph: A guy stopped me on the sidewalk the other day and asked for my number. This has never happened to me before. My immediate reaction was, Weirdo, why are you talking to me? But I knew if I was going to do this right, I had to be nice. Apparently he ran out of work just to come talk to me. He made a lot of awkward small talk before asking for my number. I decided it was worth a shot talking to him and it wouldn’t hurt to give the guy a chance. Maybe I’ll get a date out of this. Rule #2, accomplishment? We shall see.