Ojitos was a different kind of guy. Getting to know him was simultaneously new and familiar. At the same time I was learning more about him, I felt like he already knew me. I wondered if he’d read my blog. He was saying and doing all the right things.
I liked it, but it made me feel a bit uneasy. So I kept my guard up. While Ojitos would be frank and sweet, I’d be a little sarcastic not quite ready to show just how much I liked him.
H (cheese party hostess): How’s Ojitos?
Me: Cool. He’s super sweet and bit cheesy. The guys I date aren’t usually like that.
H: Well, he certainly seems like he likes you. He had to ask his friend for your info.
Me: I know, but it all makes me wonder. Is he sincere? Does he mean what he says? Or is he just spouting lines?
H: You’re probably overthinking it.
Me: What if he’s just being so nice and sweet because he’s trying to get in to my pants or needs a green card?
H: *gasp* I can’t believe you said that!
Me: It’s okay. I’m Mexican…
Me: It was a joke. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need a green card. Okay, so how do I know?
H: You’ll just have to wait.
I didn’t have to wait long. A few hours after my frozen yogurt session with H, Ojitos admitted that he had been “kinda giddy” since he’d met me. That was enough for me.
After all, if I could have that effect on him, he had to be sincere.