About a month ago a boy who I was quite fond of asked me to the park with him. We had been talking more and more, and things were going well. I was very excited and waited anxiously at my house for him to pick me up. He picked me up and took me to the park where we sat on a blanket by the creek. He brought peach pie and his guitar. I brought fruit for us to enjoy. We sat and laughed and talked for nearly 2 and a half hours when it started raining. In such an adorable way we scooped up our belongings and ran back to his car. We drove around for a pavillion but by the time we found one it had stopped raining. We then found a playground and went over to the swings and swang the rest of the time. Talking, laughing and having a good time together. He told me a good amount of his life crap so I knew he trusted me. Before we knew it 4 hours had gone by, so he drove me home and said goodbye, promising we would do this again soon. As a polite person should, I sent him a text reiderating my pleasure of being with him.
The next week I was giddy to my friends and thrilled to have finally gotten to spend some quality time with him. They were all sure it was a date except one of my friends who said that if his intentions were to be a "date" he would have clarified verbally. This bothered me. An uncomfortable concoction of him not initiating any communication or activity with me made me suspicious. So one night I worked up the courage to ask him what his intentions of that lovely day in the park were.
About an hour later I got a text back saying "Leah I love spending time with you and talking to you. You are an awesome person but I would say it was just friendly time, not a date"
Excersising my greatest maturity, I texted back saying "okay, thank you, I just wanted to be clear"
Inside I was dumfounded! Peach pie!? Guitar!? If that is not a date I dont know what is.
I haven't talked to him since.
Moral of the story: Boys are dumb.
