Towards the end of the date, he looked like a fool in love.He couldn’t pry his eyes away from me and said he had never felt this way about a girl after a second date. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d be hearing from him again and I was right.It went something like this: “Hey, it’s Sabrina” “Oh, um hi.
Our afternoon of fun turned into a night out and me, my friend, J, and his friend bar-hopped, talked, laughed, danced, and played pool until the wee hours.
Before heading home, J and I planned a date for that Thursday.
Maybe he just wasn’t that into me at first but my boldness, and subsequent cool-ness about the whole thing changed his mind?
(According to the guy friends I’ve spoken to, these theories are the most likely.) He was definitely into me the night we met, then after he wasn’t into me, but then my calling him sent him back to being into me, the point is, it’s never cut and dry.
I didn’t get it, he was so into me that weekend, what could have possibly changed so dramatically?