so i haven't given you an update on my match.com status. and since i updated you on the less than important aspects of my life like food & fitness, i thought let's go 'light' and i'll give you a nice little story.
so grab a cup of joe, sit down & let’s chat.
so i was 'seeing' this guy (we shall call him mr. marathon) for a few weeks.
and i use the term 'seeing' with much caution. because 'seeing' is not really what it was.
well unless you count 2 drinks dates (which i referred to as slutty tuesday night drinks) even though slutty they were not, but tuesday they were.
well maybe they could be slutty because i did wear my fierce new fergie suede ankle boots to the second slutty tuesday drinks meet up
and then the third tuesday we met at dave & busters for an 'air hockey & starbucks date'
a little background on him and why he caught my attention.
it was 2 days into my match.com adventure and i got this great email from this very attractive guy asking me what my favorite thing for breakfast was. he was an egg sandwich guy, so he said.
i mean the dude had me at 'breakfast' obviously.
and from a few emails via match.com back and forth regarding family, friends, and breakfast we transitioned into the texting, the emailing & eventually a few phone calls and then a date to meet up for what i liked to refer to as 'slutty tuesday drinks'
mr. marathon was as patty stanger refers to as a 'hottie patottie' he was tall, dark and handsome. confident, sexy, athletic, active. pretty much right up my alley, and by right i mean direct shot right there. like double score
or so i thought.
my first date i was SUPER nervous. i mean i didn't know how to interact with a guy, alone. i hadn’t been on a date since the birth of christ and i pretty much sucked. but apparently i did okay because he requested to see me again the following tuesday.
the second date i was better. confident, myself, nagging, witty. you know the whole nine yards.
i thought i was doing good! i thought we have good chemistry, maybe he likes me, maybe he doesn't because i mean who ever really knows when it comes to the opposite sex, right?
anyways that's here nor there. the fact of the matter was that i was being myself, and he was responding. texting, emailing, phone calls, you know i had to play 'the game' a few times and i'm sure he was as well. because let's be real 'the game' well as much as we try to avoid it, it's just inevitable.
which is fine. i'm naturally good at 'the game' because too much of someone and i slightly feel like upchucking the turkey i just had for lunch
girl needs her space. so i was cool with the not needing to be together every 5 seconds. it was exactly my speed
i thought i was doing good!
i must have been doing something right because i did end up locking in a 3rd date. three consecutive tuesdays, wow go me.
the third date was fun. the chemistry was still there and the night even ended with a kiss. an awkward 'car kiss' but still..it was what it was
i thought wow okay is this on the right track to maybe a friday night dinner or a saturday something?
because i mean i wasn't stupid. i was still 'slutty tuesday girl'
slutty tuesday girl is a cool girl to be by the way.
he had a couple of big weekends coming up. mr marathon was well doing the marathon, traveling for work and visiting college friends, so naturally i assumed we wouldn't be seeing each other for a week or so.
i was cool with that. i'm not the type that needs that kind of reinforcement and when things move too fast or someone gets too overwhelming it turns me off anyways. so i thought okay cool we'll see each other after the holidays.
…it's after the holidays
and it's tuesday, and it's been about 2 weeks since i've heard from him which is out of the ordinary because i used to hear from him every day, multiple times during the day.
as per deej & jenna's suggestion i gave it one last go with a post thanksgiving 'hope you had a nice holiday!" text, just to see what kind of response it would create. and i simply got a 'happy thanksgiving!' response back.
and that my friends is when someone is 'just not that into you'
okay so you're wondering what's the point now.
well here's what's up.
the other day when i was explaining the situation to someone they asked me "so what did you do wrong?"
um. is that a trick question?
"i did nothing wrong" i responded
…is there something so ‘wrong’ with just being me…
am i upset? nope, not really! yes, he was interesting and fun and attractive and everything i could see myself progressing with past slutty tuesday night drinks. but if the guy was into me then he would call or make it a point to want to see me.
so people. my point of the matter here is that i was myself, and he wasn't that into me.
so in my eyes, it's his loss. i did nothing wrong. i was myself the whole time and if mr. marathon wasn't ready for this jelly then that's his problem.
so here’s my take away:
because every situation clearly needs a ‘take-away’ point.
to all of the single ladies out there who sit at home wondering ‘what you did wrong’
you. did. nothing. wrong.
as long as you are yourself the entire time, then you didn't do anything wrong
ain't nuttin' wrong about just being yourself. kapeesh?
good. glad we got that settled.
now bring on the next one. and maybe this time i can upgrade to slutty wednesday night drinks.
...although that may interfere with the x-factor.
love to love you <3
cawfee tawk! what is one thing you just LOVE about yourself that you don’t care what anyone else thinks? i love my sense of humor, it’s witty and sharp and probably not that funny, but i do do a great impression of deej, and when i go on a roll, and can really get them laughing. if you can’t think i’m funny well we’re going to have a hard time together