It’s been nearly two months since my breakup with Sam. I do still miss him quite a bit, but have (mostly) been good at shelving those feelings. We occasionally exchange a cordial email, and every time I hear his email “voice”, it’s a reminder of the good times, and the things I liked (and loved) about him. As a result, I try to keep exchanges to a minimum.
In what was probably a band-aid move (or an ego boost), I got back into online dating a few weeks after we broke up. I’ve mostly met some perfectly nice guys with whom I’ve felt no real chemistry.
There was also one promising first date just the other day, but I won’t allow myself to get too excited this early (though the second date is on tap for tomorrow night). For future reference, I'll call him 214 for now -- he's the 214th guy I've gone out with since I started keeping track of these numbers in 2005.
And – in typical online dating style – I’ve come across the usual crazies. I had a first date planned for the other night – “Tom” seemed normal enough via early OKC email. I had a very busy week, so I suggested getting together later Tuesday evening, following a work-related party.
That morning, I wrote to ask him if we could reschedule – I was concerned that the party might go late, and I didn’t want to miss out on a potentially good networking opportunity. I also offered a few other nights for rescheduling. (I know -- potentially bad form on my part to cancel same day -- but I was especially apologetic, and had a good excuse).
He wrote back: best of luck with the shmooze, I hope it gets you what you want.
A bit snarky, but OK… He later asked how the party went. After a few exchanges by text, I asked for his email address, since I found it a bit easier to communicate that way. He obliged.
The next day, he texted me: maybe I'll find a woman with follow thru soon...
This was about 18 hours after our previous communication.
I wrote back that I’d been busy, but that that was probably a better option for him, and wished him the best of luck. Dodged a bullet there. I much prefer to suss out that a guy is a dillhole by email or text, than waste an evening out discovering same.
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