Shadow Man

A few years ago, I went through an extremely nasty breakup. Several months later, I met a nice if nerdy guy around my age who also had a cheating ex. We got along really well. I now realize we were meant to be strictly friends, but I was in one of the most miserable periods of my life and not thinking clearly so I ate up his advances.
This led to my inviting him to my place after a few weeks of dating. My invitation was unambiguously an offer to come over and hit it, as the young people say. At first, he wasn’t sure he could make it due to his work schedule, but he later said yes, and that he would have to leave early as he had to work early in the morning. Fine. He showed up late and wanted to order pizza. Then, he wanted to watch a movie. Then, he insisted on putting together a music stand I had gotten for Christmas. After which, he wanted to hear me play the piano. I very impatiently declined.
Finally, we moved into my bedroom where he sat on my bed and babbled. At one point he asked me to turn on the ceiling projector on my clock radio whereupon he made a scissoring motion over it and said, “Look, I’m a wolf that eats time,” which was, in fact, an appropriate metaphor for the evening.I decided shortly after that I would have to just grab him and do it if it was ever going to happen. So I did. You might be surprised to hear it was mediocre at best.
When he was leaving, he insisted on leaving the remainder of his pizza there. I’m a vegetarian and while I don’t mind people eating meat in my house, I really don’t like them leaving it there. It was the dead of winter and my back door was blocked by snow drifts so I had no way to get to the dumpster. After that he sent me an email asking when we were going to “roll around in the bed again.” I was not charmed and had no more furniture to be assembled, nor six hours to kill on shadow puppets and bad cable, so I declined on all fronts.


