I had a great time, and I hated it. We went four wheeling, and he sat behind me.....he kept squeezing my hips with his legs, like he wanted to get closer or something. He played with my hair [probably trying to keep it from getting into his face]...and he attempted to give me a massage. I guess he went to a workshop for it. It felt nice. Later we went bowling. I've never felt prettier. It was an endless stream of compliments that made me feel on top of the world. It eventually got to the part where he said: "Can we please talk now?" I had to say yes. So we sat down, in the black lights, amid the noises of bowling balls hitting the wooden floors, perhaps proceeding to make a strike, or a spare, or maybe it was just a gutterball. He had barely gotten 2 words out when I realized we should probably go somewhere quieter. So we went outside and sat on the curb beside my car. The first thing he did was pull me into a hug. Then. released and took both my hands, it was like..out of a movie or something. I could tell that he had rehearsed what he was going to do, what he was going to say. And so we sat there, looking at each other, my hands in his..just..sitting. He didn't say anything. It was awkward....my 1st awkward moment with guido. So. I said: "Uh, I don't think that this is the definition of talking" He said sorry and then continued into his.........speech? He talked for a long time, no breaks..sometimes he would pause as if waiting for me to say something, but I kept quiet......I could tell that he needed to get it all out without any interuption from me. So he kept talking. He stopped. I felt like running/throwing up/crying. He said: "I don't want your answer now, just think about it...ok?" I said "ok" Then took him home. What am I going to do?