Lost in Translation

What I meant to say today:

"Hey baby! I miss you when you're away. You always make things brighter when you're around. I know it's silly but sometimes when I don't hear from you I feel a little down...I hope you are having fun and will see you when you get back. If you get a chance, let me know you miss me too. I love you."

What I actually said:
"I don't know why you're avoiding me. You don't answer my calls, you don't reply to my emails. When are you coming back anyway? I'm tired of waiting for you. I need to know. Now now now."

What I meant was "omg sometimes I just miss you and feel hurt that you don't miss me as much"

What he heard was "you're a bad boyfriend".

I tease him and say that ever since I've met him, he's been leaving me behind.

Our third date was on a Sunday, October 14th (a short 7 days since our first date). He had mentioned maybe going to his place to watch a movie or something and I was so hesitant to go there. Although in the beginning, I had wanted a strictly physical relationship and would have been happy to keep it that way, getting to know him and be around him had me intrigued. It made me want to second guess the sex, at least for now. I was terrified that he would get me over there, have sex with me (not opposed to THAT part of it) and then never call me again. Anyway, he had been out of town and came back in that Sunday. I had never given him a straight answer about going over. I countered with "maybe we can just meet for coffee or something". He picked up on my nervousness and said "you don't have anything to worry about. I'm a gentleman".

When he called me Sunday afternoon, he doesn't know it, but I intentionally missed his call. It was the first and only time I have ever done that. That's how nervous about it I was. He called again later, as I was laying in bed with the sniffles (I had allergies really bad that day, something else he didn't know) and I eventually dragged myself out of bed to meet him at Chili's for a drink.
I sent him a message that I was running late and he responded "you're ruining my life".
When I got there, he was already there. He came up to me and wrapped me in this tight embrace.

I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't used to people (men) hugging me so tight to say hello. In those few seconds, I felt his body, his warmth. More importantly, I felt his heart. That night, while he watched the game on the screens at the restaurant, I downed a margarita to calm my nerves and silently wondered if they had AA for daters who drink. But it was the first time he reached across the table to hold my hand and gently rub my fingers with his. His touch was sweet, his smile was genuine.

I did end up going to his apartment, reluctantly. He was a gentleman. It was the first time we made out, very innocently on his couch. I was quiet as he drove me back to the restaurant for my car. He asked if anything was wrong as he held my hand. (not an easy task, while driving a stick shift) I shook my head no. I was just remembering that sweet bear hug and wondering how deep I was going to fall.