The next time I saw him was at another party (we had some of the same friends) and he didn't talk to me at all, much to my disappointment. The time after that, my roommate and her fiance invited one of her friends and her date over, with one of her date's friends. It was just an informal gathering. And it just so happened that the "date" was Matt.
They got to my apartment early, and I was late getting back from working out, so when I walked in my front door (in one of those workout bodysuits) they were sitting on my couch. I ran through the living room, saying I'd be right back out, but it was quite embarrassing to see someone you're interested in when you're sweaty and when what you're wearing leaves nothing about your body to the imagination. Especially if he's sitting next to a perfect little beauty. So there he was, at my apartment, holding hands with some bimbo. (I found out later that he was "WOW'd" when I walked in, and he was trying to pull his hand out of hers all night.)
The next time I saw him was at my roommate's wedding and he had a panic attack. (In his defense, he says it's because I was there.) I thought, if this guy can't even make it through someone else's wedding, then I'm not even going to waste my time.
We talked at the reception and he called me the next week. But I wasn't home and he left a message. When I called him back, his roommate answered the phone. (His roommate had been asking me out for months. He was the one I asked to call back later because I needed to vacuum, and he STILL kept calling.) So I left a message for Matt to call me, which apparently he never got.
But when he hadn't heard from me, he called again anyway and we talked for a bit. He asked what I was doing that night and I told him I was going to a concert with some friends (one of those concerts in a bar - not a huge deal). I asked if he wanted to come with, fully expecting him to say he couldn't, and he said yes. So the first time we actually went out, it was me, Matt, and about 5 of my girlfriends.
Then he called later that week and asked me if I wanted to go hiking the following weekend. I already had plans with a girlfriend to go hiking, so I invited him along. We went up into the mountains and there was a cliff with a knotted rope to help you climb up the side. He climbed up behind me, unfortunately with an up close and personal view up my shorts. That was QUITE uncomfortable for me, but what can you do? I figured if he asked me out after that, I probably hadn't scared him off. (He says, "I was DEFINITELY calling after that!")
The next time he called, he asked me out to dinner - just the two of us. Even though I accidentally flung salad off my plate, we've been together ever since.