Last Update on The Boy
Dec. 22nd, 2007 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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avamclean baby, was right and he called three days later. Apparently that rule works in Florida and Maryland - who'd have thunk it? So he called yesterday and we talked. He said that he wanted to get together and meet today (Saturday) and wanted me to get think up something to do.
So, I agreed, said I'd be thrilled to get together and was thrilled he called, whatever. And I was thinking up all the dorky-mcdorky things we could do (i.e. bowling, or Lights on the Bay) and I'm waiting for him to call me after he gets back from hunting.
So, at 11:46 this morning, I get a text message that reads:
I had a great time on Tuesday. Something came up. Dont want to lead you on. Would be glad to hang out as friends anytime.
I sat there, stunned, for a moment or two. And yeah, it sucks that he doesn't want to hang out and see each other more. And yeah, it sucks that I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened between 5 p.m. yesterday when things were great and 11:46 a.m. this morning. But I will confess the thing that really sucked - and I do mean really - is that HE ENDED IT OVER A FUCKING TEXT MESSAGE. /rant *clears throat*
Better now, I swear.
Yeah, so now I have the distinct honor of being one of those poor fucks, that I used to laugh about, that got dumped over a text message. WTF?
And I sent him the following text message back:
A phone call for this would have been nice. Im sorry things didnt work out.
Yes, I could and probably should have been not so nice. But it was only date we had been on. And yeah, we were planning another date that evening, but one date....
And honestly, the boy and this dumb ass situation, is exactly the reason that I hate dating. I always get fucked over.
So, I'm deleting his number out of my phone. I'm going to delete the call records, the text message and the reply. And I'm going to send Molly, the wonderful girl that hooked us up, a short little email. And I'm not going to be a bitch. I am actually going to be nice. Because I'm not sure that she would have ever done this to me if she realized it was going to not work. Who knows, maybe he will mention it to her and she'll be able to tell me what the hell happened that ran him off...
*le sigh*
avamclean baby, was right and he called three days later. Apparently that rule works in Florida and Maryland - who'd have thunk it? So he called yesterday and we talked. He said that he wanted to get together and meet today (Saturday) and wanted me to get think up something to do. So, I agreed, said I'd be thrilled to get together and was thrilled he called, whatever. And I was thinking up all the dorky-mcdorky things we could do (i.e. bowling, or Lights on the Bay) and I'm waiting for him to call me after he gets back from hunting.
So, at 11:46 this morning, I get a text message that reads:
I sat there, stunned, for a moment or two. And yeah, it sucks that he doesn't want to hang out and see each other more. And yeah, it sucks that I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened between 5 p.m. yesterday when things were great and 11:46 a.m. this morning. But I will confess the thing that really sucked - and I do mean really - is that HE ENDED IT OVER A FUCKING TEXT MESSAGE. /rant *clears throat*
Better now, I swear.
Yeah, so now I have the distinct honor of being one of those poor fucks, that I used to laugh about, that got dumped over a text message. WTF?
And I sent him the following text message back:
Yes, I could and probably should have been not so nice. But it was only date we had been on. And yeah, we were planning another date that evening, but one date....
And honestly, the boy and this dumb ass situation, is exactly the reason that I hate dating. I always get fucked over.
So, I'm deleting his number out of my phone. I'm going to delete the call records, the text message and the reply. And I'm going to send Molly, the wonderful girl that hooked us up, a short little email. And I'm not going to be a bitch. I am actually going to be nice. Because I'm not sure that she would have ever done this to me if she realized it was going to not work. Who knows, maybe he will mention it to her and she'll be able to tell me what the hell happened that ran him off...
*le sigh*
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Date: 2007-12-23 02:09 pm (UTC)I agree with you about the coy stuff-- BUT wouldn't you agree that when you have lots going on in your life... when you are busy and doing stuff in different areas you appear more attractive to the opposite sex.
You know... you are more visible in the world and all that... more options and etc.
Of course the thing with being coy and pretending you aren't eager to go out with the guy is at the base the girl is likely just sitting at home all alone wishing they hadn't been coy and instead had accepted the date.
I honestly think the trick to living and dating and being happy is having a life and being open to finding someone that will accent your life not be your life.
My guy friends are very afraid of women that readily accept dates with them or appear to have nothing to do if they call last minute.
After you have been around the bush for a while... and dated some... one fear that develops is the fear that a new person you are dating (future girlfriend) is going to expect you to be around all the time... and do everything with her--
At least this is what my guy friends say.
So the idea in my inconsistent guy friends heads is that being coy-- being a bit reticent... holding back gives them the impression that you have lots going on in your life and you are not going to be a girlfriend that ... crowds them. I guess that hearkens back to the supposed manly fear of commitment.