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Hydro in da House | May 22, 2011

Sunday May 22nd 2011 — he picked me up at home

This past Friday night, at 6pm sharp, my Hyderabadi Hero arrived to pick me up for our date. I usually make people wait out front (in their cars), but I could tell he really wanted to come up, so I let him. As I was getting myself together to leave, he gave all the appropriate compliments about my place. It was nice.

I was excited to be out with Mr Hyderabad. This was our 3rd date, and we had been in constant contact. Tonight was my opportunity to see if I actually could have feelings for him, or if I just thought he was a nice guy… in the friend way.

We started the date at the beautiful Fourth Presbyterian Church on Michigan Avenue for a choir recital. My little friend Zachary (my friend Nikki’s 4-year-old son) had his 1st choir performance… and I didn’t want to miss it. At the church, I learned that Mr Hyderabad had gone to Catholic boarding school in India for 8 years. He also used to sing in the choir at his boarding school… and he was really excited to be at Zachy’s performance. Cute.

Sitting in the pews, having a great time with the little people and some friends around me… I felt like the man sitting to my right, Mr Hyderabad, was a complete stranger. I wanted to feel connected to him, but I felt nothing. I wanted him to give me some attention so I could soften towards him… but he was trying to impress me by being very attentive and helpful to my friends. When the performance ended, I didn’t even want to go to dinner… I went anyway.

I must have mentioned to him that I like falafel, so he took me to his favorite Arab restaurant in Evanston. It was a hike to get there, and I was a starved woman who didn’t really want to be on the date anymore. The food comes, and he is so busy talking that he has his arms folded, and is not touching the food. It’s 9:30p, and I am starved. Annoying.

We get thru dinner by 10:30p… and he announces that he has one more surprise for me. He promises me I wont have to walk in my heels, or get out of the car in the cold foggy Chicago weather. Still annoyed, but trying to be patient.

He takes me to the Bahai Temple in Wilmette, Il. He wanted me to see how beautiful it is, so sweet of him. I do appreciate him taking me there. It was amazing….but, I was falling asleep, again. As he drove me home… I had to fight to stay awake. I don’t even know what we talked about for the 35 minute ride, and when he pulled up to my building I wanted to sprint out of the car.

When I went to thank him, and say good-night, I felt awful. I saw this deflated look on his once happy face, and I knew that I was responsible for hurting his feelings. I never wanted to date, simply because I don’t like hurting anyones feelings.

I have received a couple of texts from him since (still daily, but less cheery)… and I know he wants to see me again. I am torn… I want to see him because I think he is great.. .but I am almost 100% positive that we do not have any chemistry.

Damn it Hyderabad…