Sunday, July 13, 2008

single life

I've never been one who actually liked dating around--I've never been one of those girls that saw a date as a free meal. I always thought that was gross. I'd rather be with someone or single than go on first dates all of the time (I know it's fun for some people, but not for me). So, anyway, I've been trying to be more open-minded and try new and different avenues to meet people, but somehow I keep ending up in one of two situations:
The first situation being "the nighttime worker." Not sure how this continually happens, but I must have a sign on my forehead that reads, "if you work at night, I'm you're woman." It has been unfortunate because I really enjoyed being around a couple of these guys, but always having to bend my schedule to theirs can become very tiring.
The second situation has become almost an epidemic in my life, and I really cannot begin to figure it out. It's the "ask me out then never go out" situation. It's insane how often this has happened. In recent memory, here are examples:
1.there was the guy I met out one night who called/texted me several times from a job that took him out of town. He said he wanted to hang out when he got back. He went even as far as saying that he wanted to meet up at the mermaid parade. I went out to Coney Island with a friend, and I never heard from him. He even ran into the friend I was with when I met him, so I know he was out there.
2. Then there's the guy I met at the jersey shore (i know, i know, but he's a fireman from the jersey shore, I had to at least give this a shot if for nothing else a good story.) He seemed nice, and he was a friend of a friend, so he came with a good reference. He was fun the weekend that I met him, and he nervously asked me if I'd go to dinner with him sometime. I said sure, we exchanged numbers. He called me the next morning to check in and say that he enjoyed meeting me. We then spoke on the phone several times, and even went as far as choosing a restaurant to go to. He even said that we'd go the next Tuesday and that he'd call me before then. Well, I never heard from him again. I called to see what was going on, and he apologized and we made plans again--never heard from him.
WTF?!!!!
3. Not that this really counts, but there was the 22-year-old french boy who insisted that I give him my phone number because he wanted to take me to Coney Island. Guess what?! I never heard from him.
4. Then most recently, I've been trying the online thing AGAIN. I "met" someone that seemed really interesting. We emailed back and forth several times, then I suggested we meet in person (because emailing is just a waste of time when an actual meeting will determine if you're compatible or not). He said that he was working, but "let's make plans for next week." I wrote back saying that sounds good, the only night I'm not available in Wed, so whatever works for you is good." then...nothing. I wrote another email asking how the weekend was. He responded and asked how mine was. I wrote back, and...nothing.

Now, seriously, WTF? Can I not catch a break? So, in my quest to get to the bottom of this insanity, I sent an email to example #4, and asked what was up. Poor guy just happen to be the situation that broke the camel's back. And, I have to say that he was mature enough and classy enough to actually respond. I still don't have an answer for why this has happened time and again--#4 lost interest (you never even met me!), but I guess I'll keep on keepin' on. I just have to wonder if I will ever be worth someone else's effort. I hope so.

Ok, next, please. I'm heading out soon to McCarren Pool to see The Whip and The Breeders for FREE!!! Hey, maybe I'll meet someone there... :) It will be fun either way.

3 comments:

shannon said...

i hear ya, girl. it is t-o-u-g-h out there. hang in there! you are worth the effort:)

deebs said...

i would date you if you were a dude

krr said...

Thanks, ladies. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should become a switch hitter--nah, unfortunately just not into it. I'll just stock up on the batteries.