Just recently, I found myself wondering, a familiar place to be if most females would dare to admit, if he is into me. I can’t help but wonder if he likes me like ‘that’? Or is this just pure agape (love without strings, the God type of love)? Am I being overly hopeful? Is there really more to us than friendship??Met Eni back at a conference in Birmingham – ‘twas my first week at work and was finding it challenging mingling with the already formed cliques at work (something like your typical scene in a movie with a high school setting). I felt so out-of-place and couldn’t wait to head back home at the end of the week – till Eni stopped by my table at lunch to say hello. He invited me to the pub with a few other colleagues later that evening. After a few drinks and rounds playing snooker, it felt like we’d known each other for ages. We spent subsequent evenings together; chatting and comparing educational and career backgrounds. My boring week suddenly turned interesting and boy was I grateful he’d stopped to say hello when he did that afternoon.
The programme ended and everyone headed back home. Though Eni wasn’t there on the last day, I didn’t think so much of it/him as I started my journey home with my colleagues. Thanks to him and the evenings at J D Weetherspoon, I had made a few friends and was caught up in the dramatic good-byes – taking photos, exchanging contacts etc. Maybe we’d see at the next conference – I was too tired to ask around for him, all I wanted to do afterwards was take a nap. But prayed/hoped he was well.
The journey back home was good – thank God and life in media just as demanding and busy. With tight deadlines, reports, meetings, briefings etc to deal with, it was easy to forget the new faces I’d met the previous week. Well, that was till I got an invite from an industry colleague who was also at the conference.
Long story short. Eni was there. We got chatting again, exchanging phone numbers and bb pins this time. Our initial bb pings were constantly about some female he was sprung over. The worrying thing was that the babe just saw him as her meal, gadget, theatre, show and sometime holiday ticket – and he just didn’t see it!
The more he called, pinged, skyped etc about this girl, the more I found myself looking to conversations with him. And I think he enjoys it as much. I’m almost convinced this whole girl he’s sprung over thing is a charade – some excuse to have me empathize with him over a tub of Ben and Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a large tray of pizza and a 1 litre bottle of Coke, talk endlessly on the phone till the battery of my phone runs flat, spend the entire evening with him cooking up some recipe he got off tv etc. It must be that or why:
- Would he get upset I didn’t inform him when I finally got granted that interview?
- Did he throw ‘tantrums’ when I went to see Red at the Cinema with someone else?
- Does he expect me to take the seat next to him at any event even though we went there separately?
- Would he expect me to buy him a card that reads “Someone special” ?
- Would he expect me to be the last person at his fund-raising dinner; co-hosting (ensuring his guests are comfortable)? Etc.
Can we just define this! Would really like to know what is going on in his head regarding ‘us’- if there’s an ‘us’, that is. Fuzzy lines like this are just confusing. At times, he introduces me as his friend and expects me to understand when he doesn’t get me a Christmas card/gift while also expecting us to talk every day. ?????
Been friends for a year now – how long does it take to realize you like someone and want to be in a relationship with them. Is this a classic case of wishful thinking? Maybe this is purely agape. Unadulterated friendship that I should celebrate and be thankful for. What are the signs that just scream s/he’s just not that into you? Please leave a line.