too much. At least it was for this guy – Speedo Man. Speedo Man and I had a long time to talk and get to know each other. We first made contact right before the busiest time of my year – Irish Fest and back to back vacations. Not the most ideal time, correct?
I told him that up front – my availability was nonexistent until after Labor Day. He didn’t seem to mind. Our conversations were light and flirty and consistent. Consistency is key. It doesn’t happen very much on these sites.
I even managed to message him while across the pond. A 6 hour time difference with no international phone plan doesn’t make that easy!
Speedo Man and I exchanged phone numbers when I got back from London and spent a few days texting. Three to be exact. While sitting in the airport and enjoying a cocktail waiting for a delayed plane to arrive, I proposed a date to get together. It wasn’t an ideal date for me because I had to work all day, but I really didn’t want to put off an in person meeting any longer.
Every single one of me readers is smart so I think you know exactly what happened…crickets, crickets and more crickets. I never heard back (that’s not quite true, I got a “You too”, after a text of “Happy Friday!”), but I was in Tampa with my ladies so I didn’t give it much thought until I came home. Not being one to sit back and let a guy walk all over me, I sent him one last message.
Once again, an immature person who can’t seem to figure out how to let another grown up down. It’s just easier to run.
At the same time, I didn’t realize asking a guy to set a date would cause terror and make them run in the opposite direction. Maybe it’s another offensive question much like “what do you like to do for fun?” I thought that was the point of being on these dating sites – to go on dates. Obviously, I need to rethink what I want to get out of putting myself through the torture of these sites.
So long Speedo Man – oh wait, you recently “liked” me on another dating site, but didn’t respond to my message. You can’t claim that you didn’t know it was me – I use some of the same photos and how can you forget a woman with bright pink hair?