About an hour after I wrote my previous blog entry, I got a call from Adventure Dude. When I saw that it was him on my caller ID, that giddy feeling leapt up again.
Well – THAT didn’t last long – I certainly didn’t see this coming: he first apologized for the other night, saying that he may have had too much to drink, and may have been a bit too aggressive. I hadn’t thought that was the case at all – when he walked me home, he asked to come in – when I told him I didn’t think that was a good idea on the first date, he didn’t push the issue.
He then continued: while he'd had a very nice time, he didn’t think this was something he wanted to pursue. There was someone he had dated some time ago, and there are still “things going on” with that. And he’s going away this week -- he had initially said “with buddies” – but presumably, it could be with this other woman. Doesn’t really matter anyway.
I thanked him for his honesty, and wished him the very best. And that was that.
So yes, I’m a bit bummed, but I have to keep in mind: it could have been SO much worse. He could have strung me along, getting my hopes up.
Sigh. I’m so fucking sick of dating. It just gets more and more frustrating. I feel so stupid – I’m actually crying over this right now, not because of Adventure Dude. It’s just everything. I know I’ll be able to laugh at myself in an hour or so, and will buck back up. But at this very moment, I’m just annoyed, frustrated, confused, pissed, exhausted, drained.
UPDATE: a few hours later, feeling much more level-headed about this. Took a great class at the gym, and talked to a new guy, JK (he looks a bit like Jimmy Kimmel in his pics). We're going out tomorrow night. As always -- we'll see!