For all of you hippie haters, I’m switching topic gears. I haven’t written about the dating drama in a while. Namely, because of my perpetual disappointment in male behavior, and the funk it left me in, required a Florida trip to snap me out of. So, I’ve been sitting back and watching the commotion that is dudes trying to decide how they feel about my individuality.
The first of the men, and this situation is pretty sad, is someone who I met in the middle of March. I had connected with him in the months prior; and, to be honest, I was pursuing other people. The guy was incredibly persistent, though. He kept reaching out to me, (super fine line with that) and finally, I decided I had nothing to lose; so, I met him.
I can confidently say that we both enjoyed the brief amount of time together. The big bummer of it all, was that he’d been flying to Colorado on the weekends to be with his mother who had cancer. Right after we met, she developed an infection that ultimately took her life this past Monday. While clearly devastating for him, I don’t know him well enough to understand what’s expected of me in this situation. I’ve checked in every now and then, but that’s pretty much where this connection stands. Sad.
Before I met him, there was this guy that I met on one of the apps. He seemed pretty cool and quirky. I was into his sense of humor, he didn’t seem to have a problem articulating his thoughts, and he had gone through a situation similar to my own awful story. Not ashamed to admit that I was pretty pumped about this one– it’s not often that I come across a man that meets the majority of my preverbal checklist. So, we pick a day to go out. The day comes, the night passes, and I don’t hear from him. The next morning he reaches out, apologizes, and offers an explanation. I am painfully forgiving and understanding; so, we pick another day. That day comes. The time we set approaches, and suddenly he stops talking to me. Twice, in a row, he flakes. I sent him a nice Morgan message about my disappointment, and then moved on.
This past week, while I was in Florida, we reconnected. He said all the right things– apologized for his behavior, said there was an explanation he’d give me in person, reiterated that he was serious about pursuing something with me. I was adamant that he had used up all of my patience for inconsiderate behavior, and he understood. Since then, the effort he made to text and keep up with me was palpable. My genuine intuition was that he was serious about me and exploring a connection. So, I get all excited about him… again. I come back from Florida, he plans a date, I admit to my friends that I am setting myself up to be let down for a third time. They tell me that I am more forgiving than they would ever be, I don’t contest, and I explain my choice to them.
Date time draws near, and gradually I start hearing less from him. I get the feeling that I’m about to be disappointed, but I stay chipper and optimistic. He explains the waining contact, but doesn’t compensate for it. I express my feeling of deja vu, get ready for the date, and begin to accept the fact that he is, legitimately, going to stand me up for a third time.
As my way of sticking it to the man, I decide I’m going to go to the restaurant regardless of whether or not I hear from him. I don’t ever go out alone, and the idea of having a drink and appetizer at the bar was really appealing to me. I had a lot of fun! Did some quality people watching, had some yummy stuff, talked to strangers– it was a good time. I called him a couple times (I’m really committed to the benefit of the doubt, guys) and he never answered. Still haven’t heard anything from him; so, that’s where that situation stands. Eesh. For how excited I was about him, I’m not feeling crushed, and I’m proud of that. Like, shame on me for the naivety, but I kind of knew this was going to happen. Oh well.
Of my dating updates, my personal favorite happened the other day. Remember, way back when, I wrote about this Aquarius I went out with a few times? I didn’t understand him at all, and ultimately, he blatantly stole my time, told me he was still in love with his ex, and that he was also seeing another girl. Dude was in his thirties and is a man child. Anyway, the fun part of the story is that at 5:30 on Tuesday morning, he starts messaging me on Facebook. He says he messed up, wants to take me on a date, will buy me flowers, and is free on Thursday. When I didn’t respond, he starts commenting on my Facebook posts like a teenager. Finally, I respond to his messages with a resounding “no.” My therapist got a kick out of this story when I shared it with her this week. What a crazy life this is.
Ten more days until Mercury goes direct and this retrograde ends. I’m mildly excited to see what other shenanigans it has in store for me…