More stories about my recent forays into dating…
After my date on Saturday night with The Tree, I took Sunday off from dating, Tindering, all of that stuff. I was pretty saturated after two date nights in a row. I don’t know how some people go out with different people every night. It’s exhausting!
Anyway, I walked with Athena and then took my dog to the dog bar (dog park + beer joint) and had lunch and two beers and basically went home and slept the rest of the day away.
Monday morning arrived as it always does, but this Monday was going to fly by because I had a date with The Tree again! Yay.
Only at around 8:45 am, a text came in from The Tree telling me that he was SICK. I asked him what was wrong and he said he didn’t know, but he had chills and maybe a fever. Then he said he thought he was going to have to take a rain check for that night.
I told him to take care of himself.
Yes, I was disappointed. So…I’ve had three dates with the dude and two cancellations. That’s not a great track record, is it? But again, what could I say?
Still, my intuition/bullshit meter was kinda going nuts. For some reason, I don’t trust this guy - I guess because he hasn’t given me any reason to trust him. And even though he’s prompt and a gentleman while we are out on dates (never mind the private times), I can’t trust that he’s going to keep the dates that he’s making with me. And because that trust is so shaky, I had a hard time believing that he was truly sick. Or that he even had to watch his kid the time before!
So he asked for a rain check (again) and I said OK (again), but we haven’t made another solid date. He’d asked me if I was available on Tuesday night, but I said no. It’s my standing walk with Athena, but he doesn’t need to know that - he just needs to know that I was busy. And anyway, if he were REALLY sick with chills and fever and all of that on Monday, do you think he’d REALLY be fully recovered on Tuesday??
Whatever.
So, Monday night while I was NOT having a date with The Tree, I was making a lunch date for Tuesday with…
Name: SOD (Some Old Dude)
Age: In his 60s? I think his profile said he was 55, but there’s no way. These guys lie about their age all the time. I’ve seen it a lot.
Status: Single, I’m guessing? Really didn’t even ask.
Job: Some kind of IT Exec for the Oil & Gas industry
Lives: North part of the city.
Length of Date: Just shy of an hour
He Looked: Nicely dressed, but waaaaayyyy too old for me. He also had a slimy vibe. I had a feeling it might be like that, but by the time I figured it out, I’d already made the date with him.
I Looked: Professional. Striped belted dress, patent leather pumps, the requisite jewelry.
We Did: Met for lunch. Or rather, tried to meet for lunch. I told him the name of the restaurant and the part of town where I work, and he actually went to a different location. But it was NOT his fault! There happen to be two of these places, one on the north side of town and one of the south. I would like to say that I didn’t know that there were two locations, but this has happened to me before - telling someone to go there and they go to the other location! Once I realized he’d driven 1/2 hour out of the way to meet me, I apologized profusely and told him that I had NO idea that there was another location! He was going to blow me off, and I was actually just fine with that because that meant I could order pho, which is really hard to eat in front of someone you’re just meeting! But once I ordered, he told me that he was going to meet me anyway. Fine. I tried to hurry and finish before he got there. Almost succeeded!
First Impression: Really nice guy, but I was stressed from the crossed directions and I had to get back to the office to make it in time for a 1:00 meeting so I kept looking at my phone to make sure I wasn’t going to be late. Like I said, great dresser, but SO not my type. He’d be the type for the fake-boobed, big haired older women around here - they would love him. I didn’t.
Convo: Fine. It was very upbeat and nice. We talked about work - mine and his. We talked about living/traveling in Asia (he lived in Indonesia for a few years). We talked about his kids, my dog, etc. All superficial stuff. It was okay but kind of boring and all I could think about was the fact that I’d led him astray and that I had to get back to work.
High Point: I ate pho for lunch?
Low Point: Just not into him at all and I had to run.
How It Ended: I got the check and paid for my portion and bolted.
Chances Are: Nil. He had immediately sent me a text on Tinder after the whole debacle and told me how awesome I am and what great table manners I have and that I’d placed my silverware perfectly. He then gave me his cell number if I wanted to contact him that way. Problem is, I didn’t want to contact him, so I didn’t . And he deleted the match on Tinder! So. No chance.
Meanwhile, The Tree keeps me on the hook with is occasional texts and I keep answering about half the time. I can imagine him thinking that this is a challenge, but I’m losing interest fast.
I have another Tinder date tonight at the bar that’s close to my apartment. I have no expectations whatsoever, but like I told Athena the other day, I’m now looking at this whole dating thing kind of like a part time job - it’s going to take time and effort on my part. In the recent past, I hadn’t really gone to much effort, thinking that I could just pick someone to go out with and things would magically happen.
No, I’m putting some desire, want, and effort behind this mission. I’m going to do this either until I find a relationship or I get fed up and take another break or quit altogether. I just feel like I have some momentum going and I want to roll with that flow…
So, until my next RAD…
xo,
GS
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