Chicken and Waffles with Work Guy

We talk ALL the time. About whatever. I feel like I'm in high school, but for the first it is a good feeling. Not the normal, Oh, God! That boy is soooo cute, I wonder if he'll call me.. type of way. Just the exciting, everything is new type of way. Every day at work he tells me how cute I look, or that he likes my outfit, or how pretty my hair is. I can't help but wonder what this guy's deal is.

After breaking up with the Principal, Work Guy thought he had the green light to date me whenever he wanted. He started showing up at my house and asking me out constantly. I need space! Who would have thought after complaining about being alone for the past 4 months of my relationship with the Principal, this overzealous attempt to win my affection would seem overbearing? I am a loner...

One night after work I explained to Work Guy that I wanted to go home, read a romance novel and go to bed. He didn't see why that meant we couldn't see each other. I arrived home and there he was. Waiting. He walked up to me while I glared mercilessly. Bribery. He brought me a 12 pack, a romance novel, cigarettes in a gift bag. I glared more. "Fine. I guess you bought your way in."

He followed me into the house and began making out with me. After a while I explained how manipulative his approach was. I just ended a 1 year relationship, one that I had hoped beyond hope would lead to marriage and all that junk, and I needed to evaluate where I'm going in life. He gave me those doe eyes, like a little beaten puppy when I sent him on his way. I had to institute some boundaries...

So the next day, as planned, we went to Lolo's Chicken and Waffles. My God! Chicken and Waffles in Phoenix! I had begun to believe the only place close to me to get yummy, greasy chicken and waffles was Roscoe's in LA. Anyway, Work Guy picked me up and we drove downtown where I proceeded to gorge myself. He laughed at my joy, but honestly it is the best freaking meal ever. We discussed favorite foods, that are really bad for you and after leaving Lolo's visited Carolina's Mexican food down the street. It was a hole in the wall where they make their own tortillas every day and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Work Guy bought me a dozen fresh tortillas and we headed home. In the car, I fell asleep on his shoulder to the aroma of warm flour tortillas.

When we arrived at my house he offered to come in and rub my full belly (which is apparently what his friend's wife does after a Lolo's outing) but I declined. I was full, happy and ready to be alone. Chicken and waffles requires a serious nap and this guy was probably going to try to stick his tongue in my mouth. No thanks.

The next few weeks followed the same pattern. He asked me out, I had to turn him down 50% of the time just to feel normal. The whole experience was forcing me to re-evaluate what the hell I want out of a relationship.

Too much space=unhappiness. Too much attention=anxiety attacks. I can be so open about things but then I crave my privacy. All this self analysis has made me believe I will just never get married because I don't know what I really want.

Except I do know that I want more chicken and waffles...