Dr Jekyl meet Mr Hyde meet Dr Jekyll

I had been working on a post describing KSD ("Kinda/Sorta Date") as a veritable Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  I was initially intending that description as a good thing meaning he was a real beast in the bedroom.  What I posted about on the beach was just a warm up to what he offered in the bedroom.  The problem was that I found myself complaining about his ultra-timid behaviors outside of the bedroom.  I figured I was just being an ungrateful bitch.

The Dr. Jekyll side was sweet and polite; polite almost to the point of being annoying.  I realize I sound like an annoying bitch who wanted it all.  It was sweet that he was considerate to what I wanted, but sometimes - just like in the bedroom - stop thinking about what I want and tell me what you want . . . better yet, just do what you want.  I will tell you if there is a problem.  The Mr. Hyde side had done unspeakable things to me (not really, poetic license cause it just sounded better . . . smiling), so you'd think asking me to dinner would not be that much of a challenge.  And it was not like he actually asked when he did ask; it was more like he hinted.  Was I busy?  What was I doing tonight?  Did I have any big plans for the weekend?  Hinting until I eventually asked him.

Lately, I'm starting to think that his Dr. Jekyll is not nearly as sweet and polite as I had thought.  Not that long ago, he did his usual hinting around, only that time I did not make the first move myself.  I truly was not being passive-aggressive, I was tired and wanted to stay home that night,  I up-front told him that was what I had planned.  He called and texted me several times that night.  Okay, I didn't really think anything of it other than I was annoyed because I just wanted to watch a movie uninterrupted and crash early.    We went out the next night and all was good.  A few nights, I've noticed, that when I am slow to respond back to his texts, he blows my phone up until I do respond.  I told myself that I was being paranoid because I was in an abusive relationship.  I tried talking to him.  I thought it went pretty well.  I thought we made a connection.  It felt good.  This past Friday night, when he did his usual hinting around, I told him that it was "Girl's Night Out", but told him I'd love to see him Saturday night.  I was having a great night.  Not doing anything that would cause any jealousy - not that KSD and I were in an exclusive relationship yet.  We had this great talk, I thought we were in a good place together, so you can imagine my surprise to see him tucked away in the back of the bar.  I was shocked, but mostly I was pissed.  I texted him that I saw him and that I did not appreciate his checking up on me.  KSD rushed over to talk w me, falling all over himself to apologize.  I'm actually pretty forgiving, so it maybe would have gone well from there if he had just left when I said I didn't want to talk right then.  But he wouldn't - he wouldn't stop until I talked to him.  The bartender sensed I was having a problem, so she had Security come over (it pains me to admit that I know everyone down there, including the bouncers and all the bartenders).  He left at that point.  I pussed out the next day and just texted that I didn't feel well.  He started blowing up my phone again . . . until I finally texted (again, the coward's way out) that I thought it best we take some time apart.