Eloise

As much as I tried to not focus on how intense the evening was with Christian, I couldn’t help it. There was a part of me that had hoped his lips would have brushed mine. He was a perfect gentleman and didn’t even try to come close to flirting with me. He was successful, nice, and sexy as hell. He seemed to be everything I wanted in a man. Well, I couldn’t really say that, could I? I barely knew him. They all seemed that way at first, and once you invested time and energy in them and became attached, they pulled some shit that made you wish you never would have gotten involved in the first place. I turned off the lights in the living area and retreated to my bedroom for the night with my laptop.

I signed in to my blog and began writing a post regarding an email I received from a woman named Lina.

Dear Eloise,

I met this man four months ago and I fell head over heels for him right from the start. We connected instantly and have amazing and deep conversations. He’s the same age as I am and has been married and divorced twice. I was hesitant to give him my number at first because I felt I wasn’t ready to date, even though I’d been divorced two years. We started out emailing each other and then I felt comfortable enough to give him my number. He texted me instantly and we sent messages back and forth every day. In the four months we knew each other, we only went out on a date a couple of times and it was during the day. It seemed as though he was always busy, even when he didn’t have his kids. Then one day, the texting stopped. I would text him and get a very short response. Either an emoji or a one-word sentence. He kept telling me over and over how much he really liked me but wasn’t ready to jump into an official relationship. It’s been over two weeks and I haven’t heard a single word from him. I do have him as a Facebook friend and I can see he’s online all the time, especially late at night. I don’t know what to do. I really like him and I thought he liked me too. I’m having a hard time trying to forget him and the feeling of being rejected is killing me. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

I felt for her and I could relate to everything she was feeling and going through with this douchebag. Just as I was about to write my blog post, my phone dinged with a text message from Mobile Man. Instantly, a smile crossed my lips.

“Hi there, beautiful. How’s your evening?”

“Hi! Why are you calling me ‘beautiful’? You have no clue what I look like. My evening is good. Just doing some work now.”

“I don’t have to know what you look like to think you’re beautiful. That’s the beauty of our text relationship. We can tell how the other person is just by our conversations.”

“Is that so? Then what else am I?”

“I think you’re a kind and sweet woman who is strong and independent. You know what you want and you’ll stop at nothing to go after it.”

“True, lol. Are you drunk?”

“Lol. No, I’m not drunk. I’m complimenting you. Isn’t that what friends do?”

“I guess so. You seem different tonight. What’s going on?”

“I took your advice about chasing the girl.”

“Oh? And?”

“I made progress with her and I’m feeling really good.”

“That’s great, Mobile Man. I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks, Digits. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Did you ask her out?”

“Not yet, but the time is coming. I’m taking it slow for now. I don’t want to scare her off.”

“I don’t think you’ll scare her off, but if you don’t get anywhere with her in a couple of weeks’ time, you may have to #Delete her. Or if she starts to display the whole bench, ghost, or breadcrumbing behavior.”

“I don’t think she’d do that.”

“Nobody thinks the other person they’re interested in would do that, but they do. Shit, Mobile Man, you’ve done it. It’s too easy nowadays to avoid confrontation. Just be on the lookout. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You don’t? Tell me why.”

“Because you’re my friend and all I want is for you to be happy.”

“You don’t even really know me, Digits.”

“Call it my woman’s intuition.”

“If we’re being honest, all I want is for you to be happy too. I want you to find the man of your dreams. A man who would never do those things to you and would never hurt you.”

“Wow. That’s deep. Thank you. I appreciate it, Mobile Man. But I’m not looking for the man of my dreams. I don’t believe he exists.”

“He does, Digits. I’m sure of it. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Catch ya later?”

“You too. Catch ya later.”

I smiled as I set my phone down. The things Mobile Man said to me were sweet and it made me feel warm inside. Was he trying to make me fall for him? Shit. My emotions were running at an all-time high, between him and Christian.