I said I"d update on what ever became of the neighbor thing, so here it is as short as possible. A week or two after the movie night where I failed to make a move, there was a music festival in town that I go to every year and a ton of other people do as well. We"d texted back and forth a bit and it came up that I was going and she wasn"t. It runs Thursday to Sunday, and on the Thursday I jokingly gave her a hard time for not coming down since a ton of her friends were down there. So Friday afternoon she texts me and asks if I"m walking down to the grounds later, I respond that I"d intended on cabbing as usual but that I could be persuaded to walk.
We walked down there together (25 minute or so walk), met up with some friends, hit the beer gardens, and had a good time. We weren"t joined at the hip or anything, we didn"t hang out like we were there "together" or anything and kind of came and went through the evening. And again I didn"t really feel like there was much physical or verbal flirting at all, if any really. Either way when the show was coming to an end and I was supposed to meet her and her friends, at first I couldn"t find them. As it turned out most of her friends had left earlier, and she was waiting for me to find her and walk home with her.
So we walked back to our building. I have the slowest elevator in the world, and generally use it as an excuse to make a move if I"m returning home with a date. But it just didn"t feel right at all, it felt more like I was just hanging out with a friend, and the conversation didn"t really have any breaks or moments to dive in. So the door opens to our floor, we walk down the hallway to our doors and I"m thinking "k dude, don"t fuck this up, sack up and kiss her." So we get to our doors, and she makes a comment along the lines of "well that was an awesome night, this is so convenient!", I say something similar, she turns to face me, and I fucking hug her and tell her to have a good night. Ugh. What the fuck is wrong with me? As I was doing it my mind was like "nnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooo!"
The festival continued for a couple days, but she decided to take it easy for the rest of the weekend and didn"t have tickets anyway. Since then there"s just been the occasional chat back and forth, and I"ve asked her if she wanted to hang out once or twice, but have gotten soft refusals ("oh that would be fun, but I"ve got a presentation tomorrow and have to get it done, next time!"). Near as I can tell, and perhaps I"m retarded for not being totally sure of it, she was interested but has now either decided I"m not interested, I"m gay, or I"m a gigantic pussy deserving only of the friend zone. I"m thinking the last, at this point.
But then she throws me curveballs. Tuesday she texts and asks me if I can come by her place and show her how to shut the water off, as she"s having issues with her washing machine. So I go by, show her how to shut the water off to the machine, chat for a minute or two, and go on my way. Super friendly and chatty as usual, but if there was any flirting it was totally over my head.
So then yesterday I see that Stone Temple Pilots are in town, there"s still tickets available, and I don"t know anyone going. So naturally I figure what the shit, and ask her:
Me: Hey, whadya doing tonight? Interested in Stone Temple Pilots? Just realized there are still tix available.
Her: I"m going for a run tonight! I"m kind of meh on concerts. Except the Biebs!
Me: hmmm, there I go with the judging again (I had joked I was judging her when she didn"t come for more of the festival)
Her: I will convert you one day... after a full ski roadtrip with the Biebs on repeat... you"ll be singing along
Firmly friend zoned, I do believe. She"s serious about going on a ski trip this winter, I think, but I"ll just be tagging along as the non-gay gay friend.
Good news is I was camping last weekend with a group of people I didn"t know well (knew just one person out of 8 or so), a single friend of the group showed up Saturday afternoon (it was mostly couples), asked if I wanted a beer (I had none as I was on my Ducati and the one person I did know forgot to bring me a case), proceeded to go beer for beer with me for the next 10 hours, and then we banged in a tent while the other 7 or so people tried to sleep 10 feet away. Former college volleyball player and current phys ed teacher at a private catholic school, for bonus points. Actually does seem like a really cool chick, but she lives in Calgary so not good for anything other than a booty call. Shame. Helps with the mojo, though.
