Conversational Amnesia

Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high.-Carrie, Sex and the City

Last night I hung out with PG on what was supposed to be a non-date. We were going to get together and make dinner and just hang out as friends. It started out innocently enough. He looked great as always, so that was tough to deal with, but I put it out of my head. We were supposed to cook dinner together, but I decided to use this new friendship roll to my advantage.

I’ve been wanting a new TV for months, and my roommate’s old school big screen Goliath finally died. I finally had my excuse to splurge. Now I am a very independent woman, but I know there are times where a man is sometimes necessary. I think that buying electronics is one of those times where classic gender rolls comes into play. I did my research, but I didn’t want to get hustled, so I brought Potential along as my buffer from lame salesmen. When I suggested the idea, he said it sounded like a fun time. Who would have thought a simple trip to the electronics store would turn out to be such a great time. We danced around in the aisles, we told jokes, we fell into fits of giggles. I kept saying we shouldn’t be allowed out in public together because we turn into 10 year olds in need of Ritalin. I had so much fun with him I forgot to be sad that he doesn’t want more from me than friendship. Right as I was forgetting, he made his move. We were drooling over the latest Playstation 3 Games and he leaned over and whispered in my ear that this was the best date he’d been on. He said, “You’re buying a big giant TV and a PS3, you are so sexy right now.” I was kind of floored and didn’t know what to do with that information. So I just kind of grinned and said, “Yes I know, I’m a guy’s gal, what can I say?”

After making my ridiculous purchase of not only the PS3, but a glorious 46″ Flat Panel LCD TV, we headed out. The salesmen practically had their tongues down to the floor as they stared at us going past. I grinned at PG and told him he was the envy of every man in that place.

After sharing a delicious Chinese food meal at a cozy little restaurant, we headed back to my house to set up the equipment. All through dinner we talked about dating and the idea of friends with benefits versus traditional dating. He said he wasn’t the type to have a friend with benefits because someone always gets attached. All of this talk was a far cry from the PG of the coffee house earlier that week. I couldn’t help but be incredibly confused. We got back to my house and in the middle of instruction manuals, controllers and cables, he kissed me. He said he’d been wanting to do that all night, and he couldn’t help himself. He pulled me into his arms and told me how much he likes me. He said he couldn’t get over all of the things we have in common, and the fun we have together. I coyly asked, “So what’s the problem exactly? Besides me being perfect for you?” He kissed me and shrugged and said, “I’m having trouble arguing with that.” We spent the entire evening together, alternating between video game playing and tonsil hockey, both quite fun. I was so caught up in the moment I temporarily forgot all about our conversation on Thursday. I just enjoyed our time together. They say ignorance is bliss, and I think the same about voluntary conversational amnesia. Yesterday PG wasn’t just the Potential Guy, he was THE Guy, and it felt great.

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