I’m getting dangerously close to the edge of the tallest cliff, taking a deep breath, closing my eyes and then jumping off the dating cliff saying fuck it all.
Seriously. I’m tired and frustrated and the feelings I have had for so many years while in between relationships have come full circle- dating is hard and it sucks.
Is this rant about The Date of The Week from last night, Detroit, who couldn’t umderstand why a woman would be mildly annoyed because she waited in a restaurant while his “almost there” turned into 30 minutes late. He was a nice enough gentleman, but his teeth were horribly stained and he looked much older (wayyyy older) than his photos.
Or is this about Rescue’s random text yesterday to just “Hang out, chill and just talk I guess” request. Negro please- I know your game, I call YOU when I want it, and I’m over the backpedaling so cut it out. He has been going through my turn downs for months, so I’m not sure what he’s missing. I finally told him “You and I will never have that kind of just friends” relationship, so stop pretending with these masked attempts to have sex”.
Perhaps this rant is about the text I received last night from one I have yet to meet, apologizing again. Go ahead, ask why someone you haven’t seen yet is saying sorry already and again. Well, let’s just say when you receive a text from one man to another man and the subject is a woman, you become enlightened to how a man may think. The misguided message wasn’t about me but it was derogatory enough to make Mr. Potty Mouth an instant candidate for deletion.
Ah… this rant of hopelessness for meeting a decent man with a decent level of genuine attraction is about Hope- I mean Hopeless, Radio Silent, and as of today, Wreck It Ralph. Why the latter? Clearly, he’s into playing games and here’s why I say this.
Rewind back to approximately one week ago. He’s calling, he’s texting, he’s wanting to see me. Five days, five out of seven. That last outing was a Saturday night and sex was ixnay’d. Next day I call, he has that hurried tone in his voice and that my friends, is the last time we speak. Until yesterday.
I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I did. I am a woman of substance and purpose and do not like wasting people’s time, and certainly not my own so I called Hopeless /Wreck It Ralph and left my message – if you’re not interested let me know and I’ll leave it alone.
A few hour later he calls, down plays everything saying “Babe, it’s only been a couple of days…it’s been crazy at work and I’ve been sick…” Really sucker? How about a simple text and I would have left you alone ALL week. So what does he do next? Ask to see me, of course.
What happens today? Nothing. He has tk work, but as a consolation, offered me a ccouple of hours before he goes. See, now you’re playing games.
The name of this blog is so very fitting and I made sure to think long and hard of a name before writing that first draft. A hangover is that feeling … that let down and thoughts of “never again”. But just as you get it in your head that the fun isn’t worth the side-effects from drinking, it’s only natural to get tbose same thoughts when the dating let downs seem like too much.
Is there a cure? I’m thinking not.