I was supposed to have a date this weekend. And another tonight.
They were going to be my first 2 dates in months. But no. Both were cancelled. And this is why (some) people hate dating.
I don’t, for the record, hate dating. No usually. But some days…
Here’s the story: I crawled out from under my dating rock last week and immediately received a message from some guy I went out with, once, many years ago. I don’t really remember him but he remembers me. I decided to view that neutrally. We exchanged several emails and then spoke on the phone and made plans to get together this past weekend.
Now, I’m not a big fan of reruns. I figure, if we didn’t have a great date the first time, why bother? But it was a really long time ago and I don’t even remember meeting him. So no harm/no foul. And it would be good to just get back out there, y’know? But then, I don’t hear back from him with concrete plans til Saturday late in the morning, when he texted me to ask if I was available to get together early that afternoon.
Um, no. Because a) I was busy and b) I’m pretty much never going to be available to some guy I don’t know who says, “how about you drop what you’re doing and meet me for coffee in a couple of hours.”
So that date isn’t going to happen after all.
The other is equally stupid and frustrating. There’s this guy (who I think might know about the blog, *sigh*) I went out with a few times a few years ago. And he’s been asking me out every few months since then. And I always say no. Not because there’s anything wrong with him. He’s a perfectly nice guy. I just don’t see him and I ever turning into anything. ANYTHING.
I don’t even think he really likes me. It’s just about getting me to say yes, at this point. So last week, out of the blue, I got one of his texts. And I figured, why not? So I said, yes. And he suggested Monday night (tonight). And I said, yes. So yesterday I got a text from him with his availability for the week (as if I hadn’t already said yes to a specific night). Monday night was not one of the times he was available.
My yes has now turned to a, you’ve gotta be fuckin kidding me. I’m fairly certain that this proved my theory. That he just wanted to get me to say yes. Not to actually go out with me. Or my other theory, that he’s not the kind of guy I could ever be into, because he can’t even plan a proper date.
And so… I’m back to the drawing board. Another weekend/week without a date. Ho-hum.
In other news, just took and uploaded some new online profile pics. So we’ll see what we happens.
Tags: date, dating disaster, nice guy, Online dating