I woke up on the couch and Edward immediately called to me and apologized for me having to sleep on the couch.  I didn’t care, I was perfectly comfortable and so tired that I slept like a log.  We had time for breakfast and then I’d be off to the airport.

We ate in the dining room which was very old south.  He had a newspaper, (which is usually one of my pet peeves… I don’t like when I’m having a meal with someone and they read the paper) but when he realized I had no interest in reading, he read me the sports page (It was Sunday so we have a love of football in common even if we love different teams).  It was cute.

And then it was time for me to go.  I definitely felt a weight lifted off of me once I was in the cab headed toward the airport.  I had a really good time with him, but discovered I don’t like the feeling of being “trapped.”  Even though I technically wasn’t, deep down, I felt like he had paid for the trip and everything else, I didn’t know anyone in the city, I couldn’t leave (not that I wanted to) and I was trapped.  I couldn’t even tell if I liked him because I had no choice but to like him for three days.

So, I sat with it.  I looked at all the pictures I’d taken, my souveneirs he’d thoughtfully bought me, read my poem.  He was romantic, thoughtful, generous, and affectionate.

I thought about what he does.  Like Pretty Woman’s Edward, he is in finance.  He buys companies in distress and rebuilds them.  He is used to a fast pace and closing deals.  Much of his conversation (at least what sticks out in my mind) was about things we were going to do together in the future, trips we were going to take, a place he was going to buy in Florida.  I don’t know, he may have planned to buy a place in Florida before he met me, but the whole thing was too fast.  As I said before, it felt like insta-relationship, and that is not my speed.

My friend/his cousin, thinks I’m looking for something “wrong” but I’m not.  I’m looking for something right, and my gut is telling me this isn’t it.  And after re-reading my last two entries, I’d say it’s high time I listened to my gut.  The hard part is what to say to him.  He thinks he “closed the deal.”  I did have a good time, NOLA was amazing, but Shakira’s hips don’t lie and neither does my gut.  Something isn’t clicking for me.  How do I tell a good guy who just showered me with extravagance, who with all the kissing thinks we’re a couple, that he is completely wrong?  I don’t want to hurt his feelings and “I just don’t feel it in my gut” sounds so LA (Los Angeles…which I am).  This is the part of dating that makes me not want to date!!!!

It’s a good thing I committed 50 of these to you or I would give up now! HELP!!! Advice please!!! @50FirstDatesG

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