That is hilarious and truly bizarre. Did you never talk to him again? I would simply have to know what the deal with the shoes was! In fact, can you please reach out to him for me? I need resolution. Do you really think he intentionally hid your shoes?
tng, don't be naive. Do you think he could have accidentally hid his shoes?? I guess maybe if the lights were on St. J. could have found a note that says, "Your shoes are in the broom closet." I guess. Sigh, bad dates. I wrote about one here. My transgression involved getting a blanket. Around the same time as all that, I went out with another fellow -- a phd, a researcher and writer. We were sitting in his living room after dinner and he asked, "Would you like to hear me play the piano?" Of course, yes, why not. Is that the test? He played and played and played and played. And played and played and played. And played. What freakin' part of this date is about me? Good thing he didn't hide my shoes. One more, from an earlier time...a date with a prof at my mountainhigh university. He said, "We can hike down a path, climb over a fence, and cut through a hole in another fence and get into the reservoir." Wow, wow, that sounded fun and romantic and naked and private. So we hiked and climbed and cut - and this Adonis, suggested we take off our clothes. It was a beautiful summer day. Then, without consulting me, he decided to swim laps in the reservoir. He was a swimmer. I was not. And he swam and swam and swam and swam and swam. You get the picture. Marriage (coupling, partnering) exists to save us all from dating. At least, these days, a hook-up is a hook-up. Except, I guess, in StJohn's case.
We made arrangements for a second date, but I'm like 99% sure I got stood up! I have no idea why he hid my shoes. He might have been tidying things up, but there were other pairs of shoes he left out in the living room. It's just… gah, it doesn't make sense. Who does that?
So, let's be clear here, you're not totally sure he hid your shoes, right? Am I too trusting? I can't help but think that maybe the fella is just really, really tidy? None the less, it's a helluva story.
I'm not totally sure, but he did move my shoes into a closet and left pairs of his own shoes in the living room. So maybe he was trying to be tidy, but then why did he leave his crap lying around? Why just move my stuff? And when I wasn't looking, no less, because I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed him high-tailing it with my stuff.
There are so many mysteries in the world, and yet for some reason I'm fascinated by this one. If you ever run into this fellow again, bring us some closure, would you?
thenewgreen and stjohn -- I've run into old dates/relationships (shit, husbands even) and on the spot brought up the old, unfinished business. In one case, I ran into the guy in a swimming pool, once on the street -- and it was like now or never: What happened to my naked pictures? Why did you break up with me? etc. etc. -- but you have to be okay with yourself to be willing to go back there.
I really only have one ex of any substantial amount of time and emotional investment. I'd like the opportunity to have lunch someday or something like that. I wouldn't trust myself in a hot tub ;)