I was supposed to be computer free today, giving my eyes and fingers a much needed rest but sometimes you have things that are kind of like a fart – you just have to let it out.
Another one bites the dust since the momentum went from fast to moderate to slow then stopped with the Special Agent and no – you’ve not heard about him because if I’m hopeful about someone I meet, I try not to say too much for fear of them becoming a hangover.
Needless to say after almost a week since we last spoke, e-mailed or even text each other, I’m pretty much considering him for the archives. Bummer though, he seemed like a pretty good fit but oh well, I’ve learned a long time ago that some things just aren’t meant to be.
So what was so promising about the Special Agent (“SA”)?
Our paths crossed on the dating site when he’d contacted me with a fairly decent opening and after my preliminary scrutinizing review of his profile, figured he was someone I could work with even though he wasn’t local. After a few message exchanges, I left him my number and guess what? I never heard from him. Bastard. I figured he was just a flake out to collect numbers for kicks because why else would someone express an interest and then not follow up?
Well guess what? I did something completely out of character. When I hadn’t heard anything from him after two weeks of getting my precious digits, I picked up the phone and called him. *Gasp* I know, rare for me, I’m so bullheaded at times. So anyway, I called and though I was joking, I commented I was ready to just delete his contact information since he didn’t feel the need to follow through and call me.
SA replied that he didn’t know what I was talking about, saying it was I who didn’t return his call from two weeks ago. Yeah right.
He goes on to tell me he’d called a few days after that last online exchange and left a message and figured I just wasn’t interested. SA goes so far as to repeat the number back to me from his call log, with the date and time. Uh, what he read to me was NOT my number. The last two digits had been transposed, so some other person was hearing an introductory message from the dude in San Diego.
Needless to say, once all of that was sorted out, the conversation progressed. In fact, it progressed really well. You see, SA was (damn, I hate using the past tense) a very easy-going guy, easy to talk to and there weren’t any of those awkward moments of silence. We talked and laughed through the getting to know you type conversations and covered everything else in between from my day in court to his mission to get an oil change before his engine blew up from starvation. Nice ice breaker conversation.
Alright, so let me fast forward or otherwise this will be much longer than intended but before I give further details, how about his stats?
Single, father of two, never married (at least that’s what I understood in the beginning), former military (that’s how he ended up in San Diego), from the East Coast (something about meeting someone not from California that turns me on), good and stable job and he is ambitious. Nice looking, sarcastic and funny. The bonus? Quite the intellect. He’s in the process of publishing his first book. I won’t disclose the name of his book just yet but trust me folks, the title of it alone will pique your interest enough so that you’ll want to know what it’s about.
Fast forwarding to several phone conversations later, texts and e-mails and we developed somewhat of a pattern but nothing too excessive. A phone call a day, a few messages in between. Building a little momentum. At this point in the friendship, I didn’t really trip if I hadn’t been able to talk to him but as long as there was a “hey, how are you” message here and there, that was fine.
Then it happens. Radio silent. No reply to text, no call back from voicemail. Why does this happen so often? I guess I’m feeling the karma of what I’ve done with the last couple of guys before finally telling them “thanks but no thanks”. Momentum is going and someone falls off and just S-T-O-P-S communication?
Regardless of whether we’re trying to date, exclusive or anything else that is defined, what I try to instill in people is that when you get a person used to a certain routine and then break the cycle, which just isn’t cool.
Two days later, I get a text explaining that he was out of commission due to work. Really? I mean he doesn’t OWE me any explanation but I’m just saying. No one is that busy. It only takes a moment to send a quick text whether you’re going from point A to B or on the toilet doing your business. Just a quick moment and most times, I would be fine with the missing in action occurrence.
Afterwards, we talk but it’s a little different for me. Partially because I thought he was full of shit and he seemed a little distant, different. My warped perception getting the best of me? Maybe, maybe not.
I’m leaving out things I know, but again, in the interest of you not wanting to read a mini-novel, I’ll get to the point.
It happened again. Earlier this week, I texted, no reply. A few hours later before going to bed, I called and the phone goes straight to voicemail. Nothing else since then other than a video he’d forwarded the next day via e-mail of his son playing the drums. No words otherwise, just the video. Really? Is that one of those self-explanatory messages?
I don’t know and really don’t care to wonder. I figure this is just one who’s family and work obligations absorb too much of his time OR…he just wasn’t that into me. AND TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, NO – I HAVE NOT ATTEMPTED TO CONTACT HIM AGAIN.
I guess another one bites the dust.
Until there’s a cure…