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“After a full belly all is poetry.” ― Frank McCourt

I got to his house at 4:30pm on Sunday.  He met me with a hug at the porch.

After some pleasantries while I removed my coat. He proceeded to give me a tour of the house. It is a big house, and the décor is country chic. He is a Virgo and it shows.  Everything is clean and organized. Even the attic and basement are impeccable. 

After the tour he poured us a glass of wine and we settled on the couch.  We talked and talked and talked. I am never comfortable with silence, so, if there is any I will pepper it with questions.  The good thing is that I am able to get a lot of information. 

We talked about our plans for the future, and that is where there are some details that I need to think about.  It seems there will be some compromising I will have to do if I want a relationship with him. Well, any relationship requires some compromising.  I just need to decide if I am willing to.  I will save those details for a next post.

We were very happy to be together.  There are tons of  chemistry between us. Fireworks and sparks were flying. There was some kissing and snuggling on the couch.

The only time there was silence was when I laid my head on his shoulders and I think I may have dozed off.  At one point he said something about being 8 o’clock and perhaps too late for pizza.  I didn’t hear him well and asked him to repeat it.  He then asked me if I was hungry and if I wanted him to make pizza.  Odd question since pizza is what I went there for. I told him that.

“The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more tomorrow.” ― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

In the following 30 minutes he asked me the same thing at least 3 times, but didn’t get up to make the pizza.  It was cozy just snuggling on the couch, but I started being aware of how hungry I was.  I also started thinking that by the time the pizza is ready for the oven and ready for eat, it will take another hour.  I don’t like to get home late on Sunday night.

I mentioned that I have a tendency to get hangry.  He said he did also. But still nothing. All of a sudden the hunger just hit me and I just got up and said that I had to leave.  He was a bit startled by my abruptness. 

He again asked me if I wanted him to make me pizza.  I said I would eat something at home.  He offered to make me a sandwich, but by now it was too late, I just wanted to leave.  I know how I get when I am starving and I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to become this mean, angry, short-tempered person right there in his home.

In seconds I put my shoes on, grabbed my coat and bag and left. It had snowed a little, so he came out and helped me clear my car. That slowed down my departure by a couple of minutes.

When I got home I texted him.  The text exchange is below. I was still hungry and a bit annoyed so my text was short, but not sweet.   He didn’t reply until the following morning.  I replied to him but he was silent until this very minute.  I am not sure what to say.  Something did go wrong the other night: There was no pizza!  The funny thing is I don’t even care that much about pizza.

I did have a great time and it is a shame that the night ended in such a way.  It could have been different if I had asked for something to eat, or told him to get the pizza going faster.  I didn’t think of it until he mentioned was already 8pm.

I always feel I can be too demanding and domineering. I often take the lead and start telling people what to do.  I also felt that he asked me over for pizza, so perhaps the pizza should have been further along by the time I got there, more than just the dough in a bowl.

Because I didn’t want to be a pushy, demanding person, I got too hungry and instead I became this crazy hungry monster that just ran out.  

“An empty stomach is not a good political adviser.” ― Albert Einstein