As some of my readers know, I've been on a break from dating and meeting guys. Well, I broke that rule of late and I am so happy that I did. Not.
I started talking to this guy I met on that piece of shit dating site over a year ago. Nothing ever came of our chats, except that. Chats. Not until a few weeks ago.
We start talking again, and he mentions how he'd still like to meet. I tell him that I've been through the ringer over the last year or so, and I wasn't up to it. He said he understood, but he still wanted to, and insisted that he was not an asswipe like all the rest. At least, of the guys that I've dated.
I take a day or two to think about it (not much, mind you), but I decide to give it a shot. He seemed nice, genuine and he was pretty cute. Is pretty cute. Tall, handsome ... looks strong. But, that's beside the point. So, we meet up. But, before we do, we chat a little more for a couple weeks. Finally, he says that he has (last) Thursday off, and asked if we could meet. I suggest a morning coffee date at Starbucks. He agrees and seems very enthused about it.
So, after dropping B off, I arrive at my local Starbucks just a little after 8 am. I get there, and the line was just ridiculously long. Both, drive thru AND inside. So, I check my phone to see if there's any messages from him. Sure enough, there was. He texted that he woke up late, but was going to hop in the shower and head over, pushing the time back to 8:45. I tell him that I was already there, but to take his time since the line was absurdly long. Plus, I wanted to eat my bagel and cream cheese in peace.
After getting my pumpkin spice latte and bagel, I chose a small table near the back of the establishment, and ate. Took my sweet time and really enjoyed my plain, toasted bagel smothered in cream cheese. I've been craving it for weeks. After finishing it, I start sipping on my PSL since it's had a chance to cool down. As I was sipping, I notice the group of people sitting in the front on the comfy seats had gotten up, and left. So, I quickly gather my things and move to the front. Shortly after, he arrives. We recognize each other instantly, and I get up to greet him.
He goes to get his drink, and I wait .... and people watch. After he returns, we get comfy and start talking. It's easy talking to him, I found, and we end up chatting for over an hour. He then walks me to my car, we hug and he tells me that he'll "buzz me in a little bit."
So, we continue a little on text, and he says that he wants to hang out more. I think, great! Because I do too. I suggest dinner and a movie some time this weekend.
But, before we make firm plans for this, he stops by my house to see me on Friday afternoon. It was a brief visit, and we both agreed it had been nice to see each other again. That night, he went to first Friday with his friends, and I stayed in with my B.
Next day, we chat a little bit, and he says how his day would be better if he were with me. I think, how sweet, and then start trying to firm up plans for Sunday evening. But, this gets no response ... for a whole day. I don't hear from him again until after 7pm tonight. Hello, we were supposed to already be out on the date. But, it's ok because he says he isn't feeling so hot, and he didn't mean to disappear on me. YEAH RIGHT.
The guy is obviously not as interested in me as he or I thought. So, I text him back that I get it. And, now I'm bummed because I started to think he actually wanted to date me. Big mistake. Probably won't ever hear from him again. Yeah ..... awesome.
Another one bites the dust.
Goodnight. And, Fuck YOU, Sasquatch (my loud-ass snoring neighbor)
