Sad Date
So I went on the first date I've gone on in about.........lets just say a million years because I can't even remember the last time I went on a date. I was really looking forward to it. We met on craig's list, he sounded great, an English teacher who had his own small business and looking for a smart woman. We exchanged e-mails for a couple of weeks that were so great, and we talked on the phone, which was ok, but had potential. And then today we met..................yeah.......
The worst part is that he was actually nice; I mean it. He was a nice person. But the date was a disaster. First I overslept and then my roommate's cat got sick, and then the subway stopped a ton of times on the way there. When I finally got there to meet him, I took one look and realized that without a doubt his picture was a total lie. It wasn't the goatee, or even the limp, he just didn't look anything like the picture. I felt so immediately annoyed because I went out of the way to be honest as honest as possible with my pictures. He looked like my church choir director from high school, only not as interesting or funny. After he sort of half bragged about his directional skills, we got totally lost on the subway until I finally stepped in took over. We finally got off around Rochafeller Plaza and continued on what might have otherwise been a sort of romantic date (we went to St. Patrick's Cathedral and the MoMA) if it hadn't been so awkward and he wasn't so sweaty and full of coughing fits (he was getting over a cold). At the end I thanked him sincerely and politely for his company and told him truthfully that I thought he was really a nice guy, but that the spark was just not there for me. He took it really well and said something about how we never know why we meet people when we do and that time passes and things change, which I generally take to his suggesting that maybe at some point in the future I might change my mind. The saddest part was when he was getting on the train, he said something to the effect of, "If I got nothing else out of this, the look on your face while you were looking at that painting (in the MoMA) was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I will never forget it."
It was a screen print actually, but that does not make me less of an ass.
An ASS, Journal.
Here is this nice man, who clearly (and the parting line was not the only instance of it) thinks I am totally fantastic, and I could not be more repulsed by him. What is wrong with me?
What's worse is that here I am, 28, my 29th birthday coming up in a few months, and the only date I've had in the last bazillion years is someone I am not even remotely interested in.
And then I come home, and I watch TV, and all the people have these fantastic relationships with people they love, and here I am. alone. eating eggs and toast on a Sunday night and wishing I had that kind of a relationship.
I just want to fall in love. Is that so much to ask?
The worst part is that he was actually nice; I mean it. He was a nice person. But the date was a disaster. First I overslept and then my roommate's cat got sick, and then the subway stopped a ton of times on the way there. When I finally got there to meet him, I took one look and realized that without a doubt his picture was a total lie. It wasn't the goatee, or even the limp, he just didn't look anything like the picture. I felt so immediately annoyed because I went out of the way to be honest as honest as possible with my pictures. He looked like my church choir director from high school, only not as interesting or funny. After he sort of half bragged about his directional skills, we got totally lost on the subway until I finally stepped in took over. We finally got off around Rochafeller Plaza and continued on what might have otherwise been a sort of romantic date (we went to St. Patrick's Cathedral and the MoMA) if it hadn't been so awkward and he wasn't so sweaty and full of coughing fits (he was getting over a cold). At the end I thanked him sincerely and politely for his company and told him truthfully that I thought he was really a nice guy, but that the spark was just not there for me. He took it really well and said something about how we never know why we meet people when we do and that time passes and things change, which I generally take to his suggesting that maybe at some point in the future I might change my mind. The saddest part was when he was getting on the train, he said something to the effect of, "If I got nothing else out of this, the look on your face while you were looking at that painting (in the MoMA) was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I will never forget it."
It was a screen print actually, but that does not make me less of an ass.
An ASS, Journal.
Here is this nice man, who clearly (and the parting line was not the only instance of it) thinks I am totally fantastic, and I could not be more repulsed by him. What is wrong with me?
What's worse is that here I am, 28, my 29th birthday coming up in a few months, and the only date I've had in the last bazillion years is someone I am not even remotely interested in.
And then I come home, and I watch TV, and all the people have these fantastic relationships with people they love, and here I am. alone. eating eggs and toast on a Sunday night and wishing I had that kind of a relationship.
I just want to fall in love. Is that so much to ask?