Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree.
Thereâ€™s something about the guy that just doesnâ€™t work for me. I canâ€™t put my finger on it. Mind you, heâ€™s never been to my house and never will. Our â€œrelationshipâ€ has been strictly conversation with a possibility of a date, and my feelings even regarding having coffee with him have been lukewarm.
We were sort of accidentally introduced and our initial conversation was interesting, enough so that I was agreeable to talking to him more, perhaps later by phone or email, and seeing where things went. After that, we left messages for one another as my time permitted, which wasnâ€™t very much. Itâ€™s been busy around here!
Something in his last messages didnâ€™t feel quite right but it wasnâ€™t a big concern at that point. I didnâ€™t return his last few messages as quickly, but Iâ€™d also told him, truthfully, that I had some home business matters to take care of before I could devote any more time to our chatting. I told him Iâ€™d talk to him in a few days. Apparently, he didnâ€™t like that.
For some reason, these silly men think that divorced women are just sitting around waiting to talk to a man and drop everything else in their lives at the sheer possibility of male conversation…or fellatio. I donâ€™t know where they get the idea we donâ€™t have a regular life…unless, of course, itâ€™s from reading womenâ€™s magazines.
Something just wasnâ€™t as it should be. He said the right things but….
I couldnâ€™t explain it but my basic instinct said to drop any further contact with him, especially when his next message or two seemed a little too clingy and controlling for my tastes. It wasnâ€™t overt, just…just below the surface. I couldnâ€™t quite define it.
Then I went several days without checking my messages because I was so busy otherwise. (Way over 100 pages of a new book!) Tonight I finally listened to my messages and found heâ€™d left me three in about ten minutesâ€™ time. Left while I was at work and not able to get his messages, but what does that matter.
The third to the last one said he hadnâ€™t heard from me in a couple of days and did I forget about him? Wasnâ€™t I done with my â€œlittle projectâ€ yet? Not, â€œAre you okay because I know your allergies were bugging you last week?â€ and not â€œDid you finish the book yet?â€ but all about him.
The next to the last message demanded to know where I was.
The last one said I â€œowedâ€ him.
Okay, thanks. I think I can now put my finger on whatâ€™s wrong. It just took a couple more snippets of conversation to figure it out.