Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if I'm cursed. Last week I met this guy at a bar...a friend of a friend and also, randomly a sort of second-degree work contact. Anyway, he was really sweet and modest, not to mention tall, dark, and handsome with a great smile. (And, let's be honest, tall is important if I ever decide to have children since according to my last physical I'm 4' 11 1/2"). The next day I bit the bullet and, after an hour of my finger hovering above the "send" button, I sent him a Facebook message asking if he wanted to get drinks. He immediately responds and says, "Sure! How's Monday? You pick the place." Yessssssss!!! So I respond, giddy with happiness, with "Monday's great! Churchkey? 6:30/7ish?" To which he responds...silence.
That was Thursday, now it's Monday. And of course I've spent far too much time thinking about which shirt will show just enough cleavage and which shoes are just the right amount of sexy for work and drinks...and still I haven't heard a word confirming our plans. I spend the first 5 hours of the day asking various co-workers what to do, and finally email him to ask if we're still on for tonight. He immediately writes back to say "Oh, sorry, I didn't see your response so I made plans with another friend...and I'm swamped at work this week...maybe we can reschedule next week? First round's on me!"
Here's what my reaction SHOULD be: "Seriously, dude? A hot girl asks you out and you blow her off? I do not want to date a flake like you."
Here's what my ACTUAL reaction was: "I actually worked up the nerve to ask a guy out who I found attractive and THIS is the outcome??? I'm becoming a nun or a lesbian."
Between going on far too many dates with a Nazi (more on that soon, I promise), and shit like this, I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. Do I just have really horrible luck or am I choosing the wrong people?
Please feel free to share your dating stories...or just vent. I'd love to feel like I'm not alone here.
