For the second time in as many years, I’ve received an introductory message from a man I’ve already gone out with. That’s right, these are men I met online, exchanged several messages with, and then went out on a date with. Neither date was fabulous, neither was remarkably bad. Just your typical, waste of time, first dates. In each case I was contacted by the guy a second time some year to two years (I honestly can’t remember how long it’s been in this recent case, but I know it hasn’t been more than two years) later, him thinking it was the first contact.
I don’t know how I should feel about this. I guess it would be really conceited of me to be insulted. I’m no better or more special than anyone else. I don’t know how much these guys date. Maybe they date even more than me. It can be hard to remember so many women, I guess.
The thing is, I’d never make that mistake. I remember every one of them. Each date. Every good date and every bad date and every typical, waste of time, first date. I even remember most of the men I’ve ever exchanged emails with, though after a few years and a picture change or two on their profile I might let a few slip my mind (I recently winked at someone and received a “nice to hear from you again” message back. I was mortified. I didn’t remember him.).
These guys met me and then forgot all about me. Or didn’t recognize me in my new pics. Maybe I shouldn’t feel anything about it at all. Maybe it’s just a hint that I’ve been dating too long. I’m in reruns.
Tags: Online dating