Tuesday, September 30, 2008

This Thing Called L-L-L..Dating

I don't want to do it. I hate people. They need so much from me day after day at work. No one takes care of me,but myself. Somehow, I love what I do and would kill myself if I had to go back to office work.

I've been single a couple seasons now. If I don't throw myself into the process, I'll become extremely anti-social. I'll admit, I'm a marathon dater. I like to get it all over with, don't enjoy dragging things out. A couple e-mails, a phone call, meet up for a cocktail or coffee and after all that I should know if I want to waste my time or not.

Tonight I was stood up. This guy is crazy. Why would anyone stand me up?
He kept e-mailing me and sorta won me over. Yet, due to my work schedule, I'd never found time to call him. Good thing I went with getting sleep over being social this time. Tonight I agreed to meet him for a cocktail.

I had asked him to meet me at Cinebar. I was rushing to eat some crap food, find a parking and be on time. Oh yeah, I was also coming from work - half an hour away. As I was walking down the street, he tm's me and asked,"Can we go somewhere w food?"

Crap!

I don't like eating a meal with someone I meet for the first time. It's trickier to leave early when the ship starts sinking. I know you know what I'm talking about. Don't lie.

I called him, he answered and suggested Gordon Birsch. I hate that yuppie place. I agreed though. (See, I'm good at this compromise thing.) I informed him I was 2-3 minutes away. I was walking over to GB.

I didn't know what he looked like. He very well could have walked by me. I'll never know.
I called him once I reached the front. No answer. I thought perhaps he didn't hear his phone because it is loud inside. I called again. It went to vm too quickly. I looked at the time. I was giving him 3 minutes. I sent him a tm informing him I was outside and to come meet me.

Maybe a minute passed when I recieved a tm. This is what he wrote me,"Got cold feet. Im so sorry I didn't mean 2 waste ur time. I'm an ass! good luck."

It took me all of 18 minutes to scare him off. HAHAHA.

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