As my long time readers know, I am not one to be “oh woe is me” in my posts. But just this once, I ask that you indulge me.
This past week, I was talking with a guy. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly. We seemed to have a lot in common; and I allowed myself to actually get excited about meeting him (that doesn’t happen a lot anymore). We made tentative plans to watch the World Cup game on Sunday. I jokingly told him that I hate tentative plans and his response “I hate them too”, made my heart flutter. He claimed that he needed to keep them tentative because his sister is moving to Vegas and that may be the day of the going away party for her. At that time, I totally understood. Family is a great reason for plans to be tentative. Now I think he is a big fat liar who thought he could string me along for the time being.
We continued to text all day, every day until Friday. He stopped texting me around noon – no biggie, I had other stuff to do. And at that point, he claimed that he didn’t know about the weekend still – I find it hard to believe that you wouldn’t have solidified plans for a going away party by Friday at noon. I did text him on Saturday around 4:30 to see how his Friday night was. And…crickets.
Deep down, I know it’s him and not me. But I am so sick and tired of this happening – it happens ALL THE TIME! So I got into kind of a funk and started thinking about what is wrong with me. And why guys don’t want to pull the trigger and go out with me. Again, I realize it is them and not me. But I can’t help but think what if it is me? Oh the thoughts going through my head.
I, also, wish guys would just by honest. I know having “those” kind of conversations sucks, but be an adult and figure it out. I am so close to saying fuck it and giving up on dating. Yet there is 5% of me that keeps holding out hope that I will meet a cool guy who wants to be with me.
Thank you for indulging me. I really appreciate it. Now back to my regularly scheduled blog posts.