My night with MM at the haunted house was nothing like I expected.

Nothing.

We left work about 6, an hour later than I expected, because he had to finish running a report. We hit the road, stopped at BK for dinner for him and a diet Coke for me. Along the way, he got a call from a colleague, and MM mentioned me by name, which I took to be a good sign. It took us about 2 hours to get to the house. He had on a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, jeans and a jacket. For some reason, MM was warm. He had on the a/c. My teeth were chattering — I get cold easily. He did turn the heat on for me … and mentioned that the gas might be out at his house. I asked about the heat and he told me it was electric.

Well, when we got there, the house was fucking freezing. I mean, it was 50 degrees in there. The gas had been turned off the week before and oopsie, the heat was NOT electric. There were about 6 other people staying there, too, and we were all dying. MM called the gas company and of course they were closed, but he didn’t consider this to be worth a call to the emergency line. OMFG. He was in a tizzy, trying to get things fixed up; I asked if I could help and he said no so I went to look around upstairs. I got bored and came back down to try to calm him down and his car was gone. OMG.

At that point, I was furious. I was cold, my teeth were chattering and he just fucking took off without a word. I texted a few friends and within minutes I had three offers to come get me lol. By that point, he was back — he had gone out to buy duralogs for the fireplace. I thought that maybe things would get better. Ha.

Later on, we were all in the parlor and he took one look at me, bundled up, teeth chattering, and went to get me a couple of comforters to curl up in. They helped marginally; it was just that cold. He sat next to me on the loveseat but barely touched me. In fact, at times, he was leaning away from me while he was talking to the other people. I was already irritable and feeling like it didn’t even matter if I was there or not just made me grumpier.

A couple of the girls thought they had ghostly experiences, whatever. I could have cared less. Nothing happened to me. About 2:30, the women all decided to go home, since nothing was happening and it was so fucking cold. After they left, I thought, ok, we’re alone … but nope, he didn’t even try to kiss me. In fact, he gave me my pick of bedrooms. I looked at him, dumbfounded, and said that I wasn’t going to sleep alone in the house and he said, “Ok, but you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself.” He seemed serious and I just looked at him. Actually I wanted to throw something at him but didn’t.

We slept in the same bed, fully clothed, and again he told me to keep my hands to myself. By this point, I wanted to smother him with a pillow. We talked for a while then fell asleep; he woke up about 9:30 to use the restroom and when he came back, we talked for a while again then he fell back asleep. I knew Miss Sodapop would be coming soon to get me, so about 10:15, I ended up just getting up. I was downstairs for nearly FORTY MINUTES and he never came downstairs. I was sitting on the couch, watching for Soda and as soon as I saw the car, I opened the front door and grabbed my stuff. I was livid.

I sent MM a text saying “[Soda] picked me up. Have a good day.” after we had been on the road for 10-15 minutes. Never did receive a response. The way MM acted was so different from how he had been before, I didn’t — and still don’t — know what to think. I can understand things from his point of view, he was stressed about the house, he had 6 paying guests to entertain, not just me … but the fact that there was barely any physical contact between us really hurt my feelings. No kisses, no hand-holding, nothing. Yes, I was grumpy and fucking freezing and somewhat standoffish, but good God, it was really difficult to make pleasant conversation when my teeth were chattering!

Soda and I ended up having a really fun night last night; we went to the GA function then ended up going out with CBFI1, CBFI2, Soda’s friend GB, the creepy Indy guy and two other guys. We walked all over the fucking downtown area — I was in heels, tyvm — for seriously 30 minutes before ending up at this sing-a-long bar that we both found highly annoying. I had two beers, neither of which I paid for (score) and Soda was molested by a drunk lady at the next table. After we left there, we ended up at Jillians, where we got some food and Miss Soda drank $10 martinis. We talked about going out dancing but our energy was flagging and we were back at Chez Monique by 11.

I’ll let Miss Soda blog about CBFI1. He is an interesting one, that’s for sure.

As of now I am still bewildered and somewhat pissy re: MM. He was going to stay at the house until tomorrow morning — thank God I didn’t stay there two nights, like he wanted me too, although we would have had a huge fight by now I’m sure — if I hear from him tomorrow, whatever, you know? If I do, we are definitely going to have to talk about Friday night. He’s the one who asked me out again (on Wednesday) and it was his idea to for me to go to the house. Everything was fine on Friday and even in the car, not sure what happened. All I can think of is that our respective insecurities got in the way and we both thought the other was irritated and didn’t know how to deal with it. Or maybe he’s an inconsiderate ass and Friday night he showed his true colors.

Yay, dating.