Bad Boys

A couple of weeks ago, I met this guy. He was a friend of a friend of mine and we went out with the entire group. I had not really noticed him at first, but at some point that evening I felt that there was something brewing. He seemed to be a nice guy, yet I could not help but noticing that he was perhaps not that monogamous (not to call him a player) and only looking for a little fun that evening. I was also looking for a little fun, but not his kind of fun.

At a certain moment, the song of Pitbull, “I Know You Want Me”, was played by the deejay and we were both singing along. Somehow, someway, he interpreted that as a serious line and all of a sudden we were dancing together. At the end of the evening, he had my number and promised to text me.

He did. After three days. But still, he did. After that we did not really stay in touch and the next time we went clubbing, I decided to forget him and just have fun. Guess who showed up? Indeed. It turned out there had been a misunderstanding and after that had been solved we had a great time. He was even concerned of me moving to my university city. Was he perhaps not such a player then? Had my gut feeling been wrong?

I could hardly imagine, but at the same time, I considered him to be honest. Again, he promised to text me and he even said: “I’m going to do my best for you, I really am.” All signals I got from him were so mixed up that I did not dare to have high hopes. This turned out to be the best strategy because I only heard from him once more: a reply to a text message from me. I decided not to text him again because I wanted him to take initiative as well. He did not show any.

Honestly, I really hated this. Especially because I felt it really could have worked out between the two of us. But because of him, there was no us, for I even saw him making out with another girl last week… Even though my mind says he is so not right for me, a little voice deep down inside is not that sure about it. Why do I always have to like the bad guys?