Okay, so, it finally happened. We kissed. And now? Things are just… weird. You know that feeling? Like, the air is thick with unspoken words and awkward silences.
It all started a few weeks ago. We matched, we chatted, we met up. The first date was a coffee shop. We talked about everything and nothing. It was easy, comfortable. He mentioned he loved Italian, so for the second date, I suggested this cozy little Italian place downtown. We shared pasta, talked about our dreams and fears. It felt like we were the only two people in the room. It just felt natural, you know?
Then came the third date. He cooked. At his place. Said he wanted to impress me with his skills, and boy, did he ever. After dinner, we ended up on the couch, watching a movie. He put his arm around me, and I leaned in. It felt… right. And then, it happened. The kiss. It wasn’t fireworks or explosions, but it was… nice. It was a sweet, gentle kiss that made my heart flutter a bit.
But ever since that night, things have been off. He’s been distant. Texts are shorter, less frequent. When we do talk, it feels forced, like we’re both walking on eggshells. The easy banter we had before is gone, replaced by this awkward tension that neither of us is addressing.
I keep replaying the kiss in my head, trying to figure out what went wrong. Did I do something? Was it too soon? Was it not good enough? I mean, I brushed my teeth before, I even used mouthwash! And I think I followed his lead, didn’t force anything. So why the sudden change?
I even tried to casually bring it up. A simple, “Hey, that was nice the other night,” but it just made things even more awkward. He just kind of mumbled something and changed the subject. He also gave me a “thank you” and quickly changed the topic. It felt so weird. Maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, you know?
So now I’m here, overthinking everything, trying to decode his actions. A friend suggested I give him space, let him process things. Another said I should confront him directly, ask him what’s up. But honestly? I’m scared. Scared of what he might say, scared of ruining whatever it is we have.
I guess all I can do is wait. Wait and see if this awkward phase passes, if we can go back to how things were before. Or maybe, just maybe, this is a sign that we’re meant to be something more, and we’re both just too scared to admit it. It actually took meeting his very direct friends who literally asked us about the relationship situation to realize that we are scared to be vulnerable. Only time will tell. But man, this waiting game is killing me.
