After my last promising date, I was actually feeling quite hopeful that I'd found a decent man online. We had spent 5 hours together talking, holding hands in a movie, and sharing dinner with plans to meet again the following week. But Regular Guy was never able to talk on the phone during normal hours. I would get quick furtive texts from him at odd times with cryptic, hurried reasons why he couldn't talk to me at the moment. Once when I tried to call him I got this text: "Can't talk now- driving. Will call after dinner tonite." But he wears one of those annoying bluetooth earpieces at all times, even during our movie - isn't it safer to talk hands-free than it is to text while driving? Whatever. When he finally got back to me, it was another text at 11:30 PM saying that he was so tired, "friends" had come over for dinner, and we would talk later. It was very curt and sounded almost as if someone else had written it. That's when it hit me. Regular guy was married, or living his girlfriend, while trying to juggle as many other women on the side as he could. Granted, he's not very good at dating multiple women, which was probably what attracted me to him in the first place (the not being good at cheating I mean). Yet another reminder that the internet is full of men (and women too, I'm sure) who are not what they say they are.
After relaying this story to
Mimi, I grumbled, "When will it end?" She assured me that she had asked herself the same question many times between 2006 and 2009, and advised me that "You have to stay in play or it will never end." So, that is why I have another date this weekend. The new guy sounds promising, and we have been emailing for weeks, but I'm not holding my breath. I will stay in the game by meeting him for coffee, however, because I stop and drink coffee on the weekends anyway, and I have little to lose. But like Topsy Ojo, the cute London Irish winger pictured above, says:
“We must get a result to keep those hopes alive.”
I've got to get a result soon too, because I am seriously losing interest in this game.
8 comments:
Someday, somehow, the "right" person will be there. You'll know it.
I was gonna say MARRIED but you said it before the end of the post.
Oh, so *I'm* responsible for that pic of a legless football player?!
xx mimi
PS
(or whatever game he's playing...)
LOL
I think he does have legs, Mimi, but he's so into the zone he flies horizontally on a cloud of joy. Just like I do when I'm on a date!
May I offer the cliche, "It's a numbers game" ?
Okay, I just gave it.
What I meant is, I wonder if you could move to a bigger metropolitan area and if that might make a dif.
Just thinking...
For me, being in NYC made *all* the dif, I know.
Mimi
As much as I would love to live in NYC, I love my house and (mostly) my job here. I do expand my search sometimes to the greater San Diego and Orange County areas, but when it comes down to it, I really don't like to commute in order to be with someone. My latest date lives within a 15 mile radius, though, so keep your fingers crossed.
Okey dokey, fingers crossed!
M.
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