Radar fail

I swear...one of the things I've not learned yet is how to tune in my Man Radar. I went out to review tonight, and R - the musician I mentioned - came along to meet me. We had a very pleasant evening, the bands were great, we got on like a house on fire. I didn't have the crazy flipfloppy tummy, but he's good company. (He's got funny teeth...praps that's it. Anyway.) So. We have a nice night. There is the customary standing too close, touchy feely contact protocol stuck to and followed all evening. He walks me to my car, and promptly legs it without even shaking hands. Okay so uh...perhaps he was standing too close because it was loud and crowded? Obviously didn't fancy me? Right? Right?

Er...wrong? I hadn't even got home when the text popped up on my phone: thank you for a lovely evening, I had such a good time, let's do it again soon? Well if you want to of course, but I do! Hope you're home safe. x

*blink*

But...I...you ran off surely that means...no? Uh? Huh?!

Okay and then there's the beautiful one from last Friday night, who has called and IMd and texted me all week, made me put my webcam on 'so he can see me', sends strangely touching affectionate little messages on his lunch break, has asked me to go up and see him, but is apparently unable to suggest something outright - I mean...I don't get it. I don't GET it...lol.

The only one I am currently understanding is the much-too-young-for-me guy, who is rather charmingly still displaying the appropriately awed behaviour of someone who just got shown the uncensored instruction manual and was allowed to have a go. At least he's upfront; when can I see you next? I'm free on these days, just tell me when. I'll come to you, I know you've got to get up early for work. See, that's easy. I say what shall we do? He gives a list of suggestions. (Not saucy ones, he just doesn't expect me to make ALL the decisions, which makes a pleasant change, and I'm sorry, but it's nice for someone to ask for what they want for once.)

And thus I share with you all my perpetual confusion and shall now bid you goodnight and go and lay down.