Wendy Part II

I am having a hard time writing this post, this is now my third attempt. This should be much easier than it is.

Here is a long-winded saga condensed into one paragraph:

This weekend I had friends in from NYC on Friday night, and Wendy had a party Saturday night. I really didn't want to take Wendy to dinner Friday because I was sure I would meet other girls out. At the same time Wendy never invited me to her party, and she was dancing around the topic in much the same was I was about dinner. I eventually broke down and invited her to dinner Friday because I felt guilty about excluding her.

There...fuck, I finally got it out.

So, eight of us met up at the restaurant on Friday, four couples, all married except Wendy and I. We had dinner then headed to a couple of bars in Dupont. I had a good time and Wendy eventually drove me home around midnight (she doesn't drink so she offered to drive). We made out a little bit in the car in front of my house, nothing major though. We also talked for a little while and made tentative plans to go for a motorcycle ride on Easter.

I worked most of the the day on Saturday and never called Wendy. I didn't think it was necessary for us to talk everyday. On Sunday I cleaned the bike, tuned it up a bit, then sent Wendy a text message asking her if she still wanted to go for a ride. An hour later I received a message that she had church, a dinner, and that it was too cold to ride. Whoa, this seemed like a lot to just come up on one day. I clearly did something wrong, I'm just not sure what. I responded "OK" and went riding without her (yes, it was cold for riding).

Now, let me tell you how this is going to play out. I'm a stubborn ass, so I'm not going to call her or text her again. She, on the other hand, probably had a legitimate reason for what I perceived as a sudden cold response, but she's going to be pissed that I never called her again.

One night, five years from now, in a dive bar in...I don't know...Altoona, I'll see Wendy and she'll say "You're an asshole, you never called me again." Then she may throw a drink on me. I will feign being surprised, and will say "You were a bitch and blew me off." We will end up making out in the bar, or a car in the parking lot, and nothing more will ever happen.

This is a pattern in my life and I am generally comfortable with it. The only thing that bothers me about this time is that I am more interested in a friendship with Wendy than having sex with her, but old habits die hard.

The only alternate outcome I can potentially see is if Wendy decides to call me, but I would say there is a very low probability of that.