Rebuilding Rob

Ro, a friend of the female variety whom I met on one of the dating apps about a year and a half ago, reached out to me – relatively out of the blue – this past weekend.

My God, has it really been a year and a half since we first met?

It’s strange, because I would still message her from time to time, like on the holidays just to say “merry Christmas“ or “happy new year“ whatever applied. And I didn’t hear back from her the last couple of times. To be honest, I had pretty much written her off.

We have hung out a couple times before, I’m attracted to her, and while she might be attracted to me, I don’t think we’re really into each other.

I want to be interested in her. It’s odd because she had told me after the second time that we had hung out that she would’ve slept with me on that second meet up. I think her saying that somehow planted the seed in my head, that something could still happen between us. But the truth is, I just haven’t felt it. And I haven’t felt it from her either. After getting my hopes up the last couple times of something happening, I’ve just given up.

To be honest, of every woman I’ve ever dated, every woman I’ve ever been in a relationship with; every woman who’s ever liked me, every woman who I’ve ever liked, I’ve never been in a relationship (and that’s relationship with a lower case “r”) where I had absolutely no idea where I stand – like I am with Ro.

Are we friends? Sure we are. We talk to each other. We’ve agreed to be friends in the past; but then why do we keep popping in and out if each other’s lives like this? Are we friends with potential? That’s the mystery. We’re certainly not friends with benefits, because we’ve never gone down that road. Does she see me that way? Do I see her that way? Perhaps the biggest question of all is: do I even care either way at this point?

We made plans to hang out later this week, and I’m not really sure why I did it. I don’t know. I’m a firm believer of the idea that men and women just cannot be friends. At one point or another, either the man, or the woman is sexually attracted to the other. Also, I think my generation has been victimized by those cheesy 90s romcom’s where the platonic man and woman agree “if we’re both single by the time we’re 40, we’ll just marry each other“

Honestly, what the hell am I doing? I feel like I’m just wasting my time thinking about this one.

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The article “Codifying Ro“ originally appeared on Rebuilding Rob