A Glass House Is Not a Home

Story Sent in by Pamela:

My first date with Dave went well. We had dinner and drinks, and gave each other a big hug and fumbled kiss at the end of it.

Everything seemed fine until he called, two days later. He said, "You don't need to keep texting me. I was planning to call you."

I hadn't texted him at all. In fact, this particular phone call was the first interaction we had had since the date, and I reminded him of that. He wasn't moved. "Yeah," he said, "All of these texts is a little excessive. I was definitely planning to call you back."

I repeated the truth: I hadn't texted him once. In fact, after a couple minutes of this back-and-forth, I asked him, "If you're not interested in going out again, you can say so instead of making this up."

Then he instantly became apologetic (while not admitting that he had lied about anything): "I'm so sorry! I definitely want to see you again. Let's just pretend that this never happened. Oh, I mean, of course I want to see you again..."

Perhaps he had confused me with someone else. It was no secret that we were both in the dating scene. He apologized over and over, and I made it clear (once more) that I hadn't texted him at all.

"Sure, no problem," he said, "I want to see you again."

See me again he did, the following Thursday. We went bowling, saw a movie, and had dinner together. We made out for a little bit in his car, and then the date was over. It went well, I thought.

He called me two days later. "I can't do this," he said, "It's like you're obsessed with me. All these phone calls and texts? Come on."

I hadn't texted him once or called him. I said, "Not this again. Double check your call logs. I think you'd know it if I called you. It would be, you know, me on the phone."

"Stop calling me non-stop," he said, "I mean it."

I was done. "You'll never hear from me again." I hung up.

He called me right back and I let it go to voicemail. He called me again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Close to 50 messages and texts, all told. They finally tapered out after about two weeks.