Male Models

So, Elevator Boy...I was out walking the pooch and saw a tan toned piece of artwork shirtless, carrying groceries and headed in my direction. I watched him walk by and wondered curiously if he could possibly live in my building, a few blocks away. So I yanked the dog ignoring his many attempts to stop and pee and made him follow Ken Doll (my other nickname for him) down the street. Sure enough Ken Doll did enter my building (after setting down groceries and gracefully slipping his white tank over his sweaty chest...yes ladies...watch out for this one), and we were getting in the same elevator. 


Let me fill you in on something...I was wearing period pants, no makeup, and cheap flip flops. Of course I was, that's always how one looks when she bumps into a Ken Doll. So you can imagine my surprise when he shamelessly flirted with me, and gave me "the eyes" right as the elevator doors were closing. I immediately left my sister a voicemail telling her I had just met the man I was going to marry in an elevator, and admitting this statement was solely based on his looks. 


I live in a big building and stalked the lounge and gym for weeks hoping to bump into him with no success.  One day however, there we were again riding the same elevator. He immediately asked if he could escort me to my floor so we could converse, told me he had been trying to figure out how he could bump into me again, and asked me if I'd like to go out sometime before collecting my number. Was I stoked! I was basically stuck to the wall after he left due to his flesh melting green eyes. Let me tell you one more time what this kid looks like...6'5, tan, toned, freckled in the right places, chestnut wavy hair and green eyes that look light brown until you are up close (which eventually we were).


As stated in my last blog, he took 2 months to ask me out, but once he did we had the most romantic first date. He took me to a movie, bought me snacks, and walked with me along the river (the long way home) talking for hours in the glow of the city lights. He was sweet, shy and romantic. He asked me if I believed in destiny, and told me a story about our first meeting; which from his point of view was that he had seen me first, at the park walking my pooch, and thought I was the most beautiful woman and that unfortunately he'd probably never see me again. He was suggesting that us living in the same building and meeting up again in the elevator was somehow destiny. Once again I melted where I was standing. The next morning he texted to tell me what a great time he had and said he felt he could have talked to me all night.


There were a few dates to follow, dates where we talked more in detail about our lives, where he showed me his apartment, where he told me I make him nervous. He said that often, and it seemed to be true as he would sometimes stutter or have trouble expressing himself and get very embarrassed. I couldn't believe that this gorgeous man was intimidated by lil old me.  He's so gorgeous that I immediately assumed he must be a male model, but found out that he had a real grown up well paying job with Georgio Armani. Then found out that he had in fact been a professional model for about 5 years before he decided to move on. I knew it. Did this scare the shit out of me? Yes it did. There are stereotypes about models; they are dumb, they are shallow, they sleep around. He didn't seem to be any of these things...maybe a bit narcissistic but overall he seemed the anti-stereotype. He told me he wasn't dating around and was a bit of a home-body. Did I think he was just telling me what I wanted to hear? Of course! So I called him without warning on a Friday night, when anyone as sexy as he could surely be out and about with anyone they wanted. What was he doing? He was at home in PJs, glasses, unshaven and watching his fave TV shows. I was starting to believe him and to like him. He agreed to me coming over to watch a movie. That night he told me that he was excited about what was happening between us. He smiled a lot, cuddled me a bunch, and kissed me for the first time (it took 3 dates!)


Then he never called me again.


 Ladies and Gents, please explain this one to me because I have no idea what the Hell happened here. 


Were there any flags? A few. It did take him 2 months to ask me on our first date, and after date 1 he always wanted me to come to his place and watch TV, which made me think he was trying to lay me except that he never made any moves on me. He always acted interested and affectionate but was always a perfect gentleman and never pushy. The only other flag...he always said the right thing, this scared me the most. After he stopped calling I felt like an ass for believing he could be into me, but
#1) I'm as much of a great catch as he is and
#2) there was much more positive evidence than there were flags.

Am I an idiot for believing all the nice things he said? Is he just really great at lying? Is it possible he really just wanted to sleep with me even though he never made the move? I can't figure it out. A lot of friends chuck this up to the fact that he was just too pretty. I completely disagree with this logic. Why should anyone be afraid to date someone beautiful? At the risk of sounding shallow I want someone with a great personality AND a great face, and I'm not going to stop until I get it. (Yes, I am aware I may be single forever )