You could call it a schmoo.
There’s something about this hierarchy of relationships that really bothers me. Each level has its own name and everyone worries which level they are on. What do we have? Friends? Dates? Hanging out? Hook-ups? FWB? Serious relationship? Fiance? Spouse? The other woman (or man)? Crush? Infatuation?
How can you know where you’re at? How can you know what name to put on it? What the fuck does it matter what name you put on it? You know what it matters? It matters how you talk to other people who aren’t a part of it. Everyone else wants to know what you’re doing, so you have to decide how to explain it.
Really. It’s none of their business. What happens between you and your friend is what happens between you and your friend. Do you want to talk about it to all your friends? Think about him talking about it to all of his friends. What if he says you’re a frigid bitch? What if he says you’re a slut?
And what will you say about him? He can’t take no for an answer? He’s cute and hot? What?
Relationships are always one hundred percent improvisation. When it’s just you and him, it’s just you and him. The rules are what you make them. If you just want to hang out and see a movie and maybe get some desert afterwards—that’s it. You don’t have to label it. If you don’t want him to kiss you, you tell him if he tries. You turn your head. You say you don’t want that. We’re friends. Or whatever.
You make it what you want to make it that your partner agrees to. It doesn’t matter what you call it. It shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks, but of course, it does. Still, you can resist that. Whatever it is, you don’t have to name it, and you certainly shouldn’t let any of us name it for you.
A little word of warning. You invited him to ask you out by asking when he would take you in his car. He may have expectations of you and he may not. If you let him pay for the movie, that says one thing. If you pay for your own ticket, that says another. Or if you pay for his ticket, saying you are thanking him for giving you a ride, that’s yet another thing.
Many guys would think you have started things. Others won’t. I, for example, would not assume that because you asked for a ride in my care, that it meant anything at all. But other guys had more self confidence than I did, way back when I was your age, and they might have read another meaning into your request than I would have.
It’s very complicated, but I think you would do much better to pay attention to what you say and do and how you act than to what you call the evening. The name of your relationship that evening does not determine how you act. How you act determines what happens.
And I really think you should call it a schmoo just to remind you of that fact.