Fact: I don’t have as much patience for dating as I used to. Maybe that’s a good thing. Or a bad thing. Whichever.
So as I mentioned, I spent some time this weekend hanging with a girlfriend comparing our Friday night dating disasters. My story was short. Short, silly and pathetic.
I was supposed to have a date. But I’d had emergency dental work a couple of days before. And so I texted the guy (someone I’ve been out with before, but not a boyfriend or even a contender at this point). And I told him that I was feeling lousy and I’d love to reschedule. And I’d make it up to him. Tooth pain is not good for my mood.
He was cool about it, which earned him future points. And I was feeling good about him. Skip ahead a few hours and I’m lying in bed with an ice pack on my mouth watching something stupid on hulu. I get a text from him, asking me to send a sexy pic.
Here’s how I feel about the text me the sexy pic nonsense. If we’re seeing each other regularly and you’ve spent the night in my bed more than 3 times then OK, you can send me a text like that. Playfully. Knowing full well I might tell you to fuck off. Note: Dude has never spent the night in my bed.
Otherwise, you’ve gotta be fuckin kidding me.
I realize that I’m probably out of step with pop culture here. THIS seems to be what people do. But NOT ME. Ever. Never.
Anyway. I did not respond. And a couple of days later, I checked my outrage/shock/repulsion with a couple of friends. Each of whom told me I was OK to be creeped out.
I got another text from the guy a couple of days ago. I still haven’t replied. I, quite frankly, have no idea what to say. Sorry, dude, you’ve creeped me out. Is what I’m thinking.
Tags: dating disaster, text, WTF