Don't You Know No Good?
So...I didn't breathe a word to a single soul about this until now but...I was supposed to be out on a date right now. But instead, I'm chillin on my couch, curled up with a pint of Chunky Monkey and a Lifetime movie on the dvr. How did I get here?
Well, it all started...when I met this guy and we really seemed to hit it off instantly. He's all "you have such a pretty smile" blahblahblah. He wants to talk further, but my phone is acting wonky so I tell him to look me up online. We chat online a few times for hours and the convo is good. The other night he asks me, "So, when is our date?" I just so happen to be on the RSVP list for this party sponsored by Jack Daniels in my 'hood so, after a little hesitation, I offer up the 2nd slot to him. "It's a date," he says. "So, can I come pick you up?"
In that moment, a part of me says 'phew! At least we managed to set up an actual date, which is further than I got with the last guy. I must be creeping along towards completion - LOL!' It was late and I was sleepy, so I told him I'd email him my number the next morning. I don't get around to departing with my digits until the next night because of how crazy my day was. He replies yesterday morning something to the effect of 'thanks beautiful, i'll call you tonight at 7'. Slightly annoyed at the whole 'beautiful' thing (stop trying so hard, dude!) but whatever. Yesterday came and went with the head-spinning furor that's a typical Thursday for me. Clearly, I wasn't sitting around mooning over the phone and waiting for him to call; I'd totally forgotten about that until I got a message from him this morning that said
"I never received your number to follow up with you...."
*blink, blink* Seriously??
UMmm...you replied! Methinks he's talking to too many girls at once and got me mixed up with another. Either that or he's got a shoddy memory, which is a whole other issue. Regardless, here I sit with B&J and Eric McCormick's bad acting in this overdramatized and predictably bad movie. No worries - I didn't skip the event to boohoo over my dating life. Honestly, I'm beyond mentally wiped out right now. So the fact that I'm going to bed in about 30 minutes is probably the way this week really needed to end.
I imposed this 3-strikes rule on my dating life not long ago and feel like this dude was my 3rd swing-and-a-miss. I went from not being able to get a date set up at all, to only being able to get as far as 'hanging out' and then he disappeared into the ether, to getting the date set up...but STILL nothing materialized. Am I allowed to officially give up on the men of Atlanta yet?
Exhausted (physically and emotionally),
Tica-the-Singleton
Well, it all started...when I met this guy and we really seemed to hit it off instantly. He's all "you have such a pretty smile" blahblahblah. He wants to talk further, but my phone is acting wonky so I tell him to look me up online. We chat online a few times for hours and the convo is good. The other night he asks me, "So, when is our date?" I just so happen to be on the RSVP list for this party sponsored by Jack Daniels in my 'hood so, after a little hesitation, I offer up the 2nd slot to him. "It's a date," he says. "So, can I come pick you up?"
In that moment, a part of me says 'phew! At least we managed to set up an actual date, which is further than I got with the last guy. I must be creeping along towards completion - LOL!' It was late and I was sleepy, so I told him I'd email him my number the next morning. I don't get around to departing with my digits until the next night because of how crazy my day was. He replies yesterday morning something to the effect of 'thanks beautiful, i'll call you tonight at 7'. Slightly annoyed at the whole 'beautiful' thing (stop trying so hard, dude!) but whatever. Yesterday came and went with the head-spinning furor that's a typical Thursday for me. Clearly, I wasn't sitting around mooning over the phone and waiting for him to call; I'd totally forgotten about that until I got a message from him this morning that said
"I never received your number to follow up with you...."
*blink, blink* Seriously??
UMmm...you replied! Methinks he's talking to too many girls at once and got me mixed up with another. Either that or he's got a shoddy memory, which is a whole other issue. Regardless, here I sit with B&J and Eric McCormick's bad acting in this overdramatized and predictably bad movie. No worries - I didn't skip the event to boohoo over my dating life. Honestly, I'm beyond mentally wiped out right now. So the fact that I'm going to bed in about 30 minutes is probably the way this week really needed to end.
I imposed this 3-strikes rule on my dating life not long ago and feel like this dude was my 3rd swing-and-a-miss. I went from not being able to get a date set up at all, to only being able to get as far as 'hanging out' and then he disappeared into the ether, to getting the date set up...but STILL nothing materialized. Am I allowed to officially give up on the men of Atlanta yet?
Exhausted (physically and emotionally),
Tica-the-Singleton