I went on a short date with a cute guy about two months ago and we seemed to get along well. The conversation over dinner flowed good and I was interested in him. He seemed like a sweet guy who worked hard, yet knew when to play.
It was a fun time, but as dinner went on the click died a bit. I still liked him, but I was feeling that this would be our only date. Just one of those dates that doesn’t go anywhere, if you know what I mean. I could tell he didn’t detest me, he just wasn’t going to put any work into asking me out again.
As he walked me to the door I thought, I don’t think I’ll see him again, but I had a good time. So as we both reached the front step I opened my arms up wide and leaned in to give him a hug. And… he kept walking! He took about five more steps and I, like a fool, figured he didn’t see me step up to hug him, so I kept my arms up for a few more seconds. Finally, I dropped them and thought, wow! Rejected!
Then he suddenly turned and said, “I can do hugs!” He reached out and gave me a firm hug. Afterwords I quickly went inside as he hurried to his car. As expected, I never saw him again.
Dottie's Dating Drama 