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This is going to be posted on Thursday morning, using the little timer system they have.  I’m writing it on Wednesday.  I have a date tonight with The European.  We’re seeing a movie and then going out for drinks after that.  And well, I’ve scheduled time this afternoon to clean my apartment.  Ahem.

So, I don’t think I’ll have time to write after my date or early tomorrow morning.  I hope. Date details will have to wait.

There’s something else, something totally out of left field I wanted to write about anyway.

There was this guy I’d been with on .  This was before I started working for 140love, before 140love even launched.

He sent me a DM one day and I wasn’t completely repulsed and so we started flirting.  It eventually moved to email. He read my blog (oh yeah, it’s entirely possible that he’s reading this now) and so knew my blog persona and I eventually felt comfortable enough telling him some things about myself that most of my blog readers don’t know.

We were supposed to get together last week.  We didn’t have definite plans or anything.  But I thought it was understood that we were going to finally meet.  And then he disappeared.  Completely.

Now, people disappear from Twitter all the time.  They sign up, they play around for a few weeks or months, they get bored and then they quit.  He disappeared from Twitter last week, the same day that he didn’t reply to my last email (which was part of an ongoing discussion).

So I figure he just got bored with Twitter, it wasn’t getting him what he wanted (laid, I guess) and so he quit.  Or maybe he wanted to blow me off and figured he might as well quit Twitter at the same time.  Who knows or really cares?

The lesson here?  I don’t think there is one.  Just that I was smart to withhold a lot of info about myself, even though he made a big deal about the fact that I was doing so.  And that I’m glad I know enough to not really care about this stuff.  I don’t feel rejected.  You can’t be rejected by someone who doesn’t even know you.

It’s just this weird thing that happened.  And now it’s over and I have a little story to tell about it.  Nothing more.

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  1. Anonymous says:

    How was your night with the European? Was it worth cleaning the apartment? What did you make him for breakfast?


  2. The Accidental Divorcée says:

    You know, I had something sort of like that happen on twitter, too, except there was never any talk of going beyond the electronic stage. A guy more or less hounded me until I relented and gave him my AIM screen name and let him know when I’d be online. He didn’t show. And to this day, I’ve never seen him online with the s/n he gave me. Which is fine because I wasn’t interested anyway, but still sort of wtf-inducing.

    And I’m waiting with bated breath to hear how your date with The European went! Spill so I can live vicariously! :-)

  3. Simone Grant says:

    It was a great date, but it turns out that the apt cleaning was premature. Details on that later. I promise. BTW- Have I given you a big welcome to the blog yet? The last few days are one big blur.
    -The Accidental Divorcee
    I think the thing I take away from this experience (and hopefully you from yours) is to not take any of it to heart. I know people who get upset when people on online dating sites don’t reply to them. But that’s silly. It’s not rejection. You can’t be rejected by someone you haven’t met. It’s important to take it all with a big grain of salt. And yeah, I promise to spill the details soon.

  4. jenmata says:

    Your tweeting flirt sounds just like mine. I’m now wondering if he’s the same guy. He DM me and read my blog, and emailed and then last week disappeared from twitter… hmmm, too much of a coincidence to not be the same guy. And yes, I totally think he’s just looking to get laid. So no loss there.

  5. Simone Grant says:

    It’s entirely possible. But then, people do really disappear from Twitter all of the time. There’s woman who I used to exchange tweets with all of the time. And I’d read her blog, etc. And she just disappeared a few weeks ago, too (and stopped updating her blog too- which is a little weird, but people get busy I guess). Whether it’s the same guy or 2 different ones, I’d say we’re both better off without him pestering us.