Alien Hands (hence forth referred to as AH) has been stepping up his game.
He’s unfailing sweet, he dropped off flowers Saturday night…just because, he’s always calling me up, offering to cook for me. (He’s a great cook, not the ‘stuff something from a box into the oven kind,’ but the, let’s make a fresh mango salad, with a mix of pear infused balsamic vinaigrette dressing.) He brings me take out when he thinks I’m not eating enough and is ok sitting on the couch watching episodes of the office.
At first I was resistant. The attraction was tepid at best. He has just broken up with someone and I still admittedly see the one (whom we do not speak off) on Tuesdays.
Yet there’s only so long you can resist a good guy with an absence of disqualifiers.
Eventually you start to look at them a little bit harder, notice that the smile seems a little more charming, and heck they still want to hang out with you even when you pointedly refuse to sleep with them. People grow on you. And I think I’m falling in like.