Alternative Titles: "The Dangers of Facebook" Or "It was 50% your fault for engaging in the first place…"
I love Facebook. Love. I'm on LinkedIn as well, but I'm not really into it - which is probably unwise. Anyway a man, John, asked to Connect with me on LinkedIn. I think I've mentioned my lack of skill in recognizing people in previous posts. I also have an issue with my past. As in I remember so many details, just not the same details others do. Sometimes my memory bugs people because I remember so much…well, I guess it bugs them when I don't remember what they do as well.
So I get this request, but I don't recognize the name. I look to see who we are mutually linked to. Grad school friends. Hmmmmm. Still can't remember. I decide not to Link. Just let it go.
Next stop. Facebook. The same person, John, sends me a Friend request. Dammit. Why can't I remember? The request sits there for weeks (where it should have remained) but I finally accept it. As soon as I accept, an email comes in saying, "What have you been up to?" Ugh. Who are you? I don't reply.
Cut to voting day. I take a picture of everyone going out to vote for Barak or McCain. The line was huge. Long. (We really did come out and vote that day.) I post the picture on Facebook and John writes, "This would be a good day to catch up with old friends." He's obviously not going away. Fine. FINE. I write him and say that I'm so sorry, but I can't remember him. That his name is familiar, but that's all. Can he give me a clue?
Yeah. So it seems I not only starred in a play with him in grad school, but we might have made out as well. The thing is, I had a very serious boyfriend. The whole time. So part of me not remembering could possibly be guilt - it's the only time I've ever cheated. It was only kissing, but that's still cheating. Of course the other reason could be that he was the wrong choice. Always the wrong choice. But back to our story...
From this inauspicious re-beginning, John and I started emailing back and forth. A lot. And then, as sometimes happens, it got very flirty. Very fast. Then we upped it to speaking on the phone. It was like a runaway train. And I can't really explain him. I'm sure there are others out there of his kind, but I'd never quite experienced this…and hope never to again. First of all, I think the crazy attracted me. (I hate to admit I was probably crazy at this point in my life too, drat.) And his desperation. I was the only one that could fix things or have the right answer. It wasn't even that I thought I was all knowing, it was like putting my finger in the dam and hoping to save the dike. It was suddenly all declarations and ultimatums…. You see, we lived across the country from each other. He had kids, so he said he could never move until they were all 18. I understand that. Absolutely. It is important to note here that he moved to my state not long after we stopped "seeing" each other for work… It's also important to note that we'd not even seen each other when we had this conversation. For god's sake. CART BEFORE HORSE!!!!
I digress.
We began talking everyday. For hours on end. Reconnecting, "getting to know each other." I told him my life. What I'd been doing. My beliefs, my friends, my family. He did the same. It also came up at some point that he had a team of psychiatrists. I probably brushed this under the carpet because my mother was a therapist, but still - how idiotic did I need to be? A TEAM?
He wanted all my attention. If we were chatting when I was on the way to meet friends, he didn't want me to get off the phone when I arrived. I'm not sure if he just wanted me to sit in the car and talk…wait, yes I am. Because he did. And I did. Quite a bit. It seemed a bit odd, but I went along with it. Willingly. I remember before we'd even seen each other that we had a discussion about how long we "could go on this way" without one of us moving. I suggested that we could do it for a year or two. He literally gasped. He said he could never be in a relationship like that. He would need me there. Within 3-6 months. I was surprised. Everyone has done or does long distance, right? For some reason I suppose I thought this meant he really liked me…
Then we upped the ante…as one always does. John and I made plans for me to fly to him. I remember being really scared when I booked that Southwest ticket. But I clicked the PURCHASE button. (Oh dear.) But then we couldn't wait. So we made plans for him to fly to me the week before. Yes, this is all SO genius. So now we've booked two trips, yet we haven't seen each other for over 20 years. Yeah. Positive thinking. Or psychotic thinking. Guess I was on the crazy train. 100% committed. Bring it on.
He came to visit for a holiday weekend. My friends were having a party on the night he arrived. I was there and he took a taxi to the location. Quite brave of him actually. And we had a great time. He met my friends. He was nice…but slightly inappropriate. Or just plain inappropriate. I think he suggested to my best friend that she be in our wedding (wow) and that she might be next after me. But I was on the roller coaster. Red flags be damned. He asked me to marry him. On that first visit. He told me he had never asked anyone to marry him since his ex-wife. In retrospect, I bet this is an enormous lie.
I was occasionally freaked out during the visit. Too much too fast. But before he left, I took my dog for a walk and thought, fuck it. Give it a chance. And when I arrived back to my apartment I said, "OK. Let's really give this a try (I might have mentioned six months) and see what happens." He said, "Oh. Wow. Now wait a minute." Uhm…this is after he'd asked me to marry him two days before and I was merely suggesting long distance dating. It's not a red flag, it's a red sheet, a red tsunami. Basically, as I got more comfortable with him, he distanced himself. Have I mentioned how hot I USED to think unavailable guys were?
We said good-bye. He was comfortable. I was suddenly off balance. Power shift. He went home and I was to visit the following weekend.
He contacted me the first day or two after he left…then…radio silence. Hmmmmm. I gave him space. I did not change my flight. I waited. And frequently felt nauseous. (God I hate the word nauseous.)
Finally, the night before I was going to fly, I called him. He answered the phone and said: "So are you ready for your trip?" Huh? Ok. Was I over-reacting? I've over-reacted before. Countless times. Hmmmmm. (I love that when I'm not over-reacting, I jump to this thought. I should have burned that E-Ticket and fled to Guam, but…) So I flew out the next morning to see him. And overall, I had a very romantic weekend with him. …There was the story about how an ex-girlfriend took out a restraining order on him. That was strange. And I did have a moment of utter calm and asked him if he felt like all of his ex-girlfriends had fucked him over. He really thought about the question and then answered, "No." (I think he was lying.) In retrospect, I now believe that he was only able to be a certain person, the person he was being for me, for a finite amount of time. He was a good actor. (I think he was accepted to one of those very prestigious acting schools.) And yes, if you must know, he asked me to marry him again during the second weekend. He even had suggestions as to what the neckline of my wedding dress should look like...
On the last day of my visit, we had a cozy lunch, a boozy dinner and then went to hear jazz music until 4AM. Yes, I might have mixed red wine and vodka diet cokes (evil, evil, evil). At the jazz club we might have met people and told them the story of how we reconnected on Facebook. All smiles. It was magic, right? But it was just a load of play-acting, though I didn't know it yet. And…Yep. I was super the next morning when it came time to fly. I might have had egg nog thinking it would go down easy on a hang over. FYI, NOT. And I believe what happened next should have summed up the whole "relationship." As John was hugging me good-bye, I suddenly realized that I was going to vomit. Right outside the airport doors. Where everyone was dropping off visitors. I just said: "One second," and turned around and vomited into a trash can. I don't know how it was so close to me, but I believe God had a hand in it. John came up behind me as I was puking, touched my back and said, "Are you ok?" I waved him off (gracefully or forcefully, I can't quite remember)…as I continued to yak. When I was finished, I wiped my mouth with my hot pink, cashmere pashmina and apologized profusely. That was our good-bye. The last time I saw him. It seems so fitting now.
I flew home thinking he was the one even while I had to lie to the flight attendants and say I had food poisoning so I could use the lavatory before take-off. They MUST have thought I made the most amazing recovery halfway home. Not.
He started texting less and less right after I got home. One text said: "I miss talking to you." I texted back, "Then why don't you call me?" He was a victim, constantly in pain and I just accepted it. Until I just couldn't anymore. Self-respect and pain combined are a couple of harsh, but good mistresses. They did the trick!!! I ended it…well maybe he ended it, but I pushed the issue. I remember we talked just a couple days before my dad came to visit. I was outside when I got the call and he started the conversation acting like everything was normal, but I broached the subject. He talked about his team of therapists. I asked what they said. He said, "I guess I'm just not ready to be in a relationship."
I was devastated. But got over it. It was wrong twenty years ago and it was wrong now. Enough said. But he wanted to stay in touch. Remain Friends on Facebook. I remember the day I finally UNFRIENDED him after one too may bizarre comments appeared on my page - he sent me an email that said: "What did I ever do to you? Now we can't even be Friends?" And then a full year later he wrote on the weekend he'd come out to visit me saying, "I can't help but think of you this time of year." Ok. Enough. Gag. Could someone show the card that says…THE END and put the closing credit music on? Oh wait, I guess I did!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Debunking the Chemistry Myth…
If I like a guy, as in, if I'm really attracted to him, then he MUST be attracted to me. That's the way the universe works, right?!? No. It doesn't. I used to believe this to be an absolute truth. I'm not sure where that optimism came from. I realize it's idiotic, yet somehow sweet and naive but admittedly creepy. I don't believe it anymore. And haven't for quite some time (maybe two years…tops. Slow learner). Of course in my early twenties I thought the only real difference between men and women were their reproductive parts. Yeah. I don't believe that anymore either.
I went on a date with Chet last week. Successful. Generous. Kind. Interesting. NO CHEMISTRY.
I was early. AGAIN. Am I changing? Or just lucky? Probably lucky. Anyway, I cruised into the Moroccan themed bar and ordered a ridiculous drink. Headache in my future.
I texted Chet that I was seated directly across from the entrance. White sweater. Then I just sipped my drink, answered work emails and didn't get nervous about waiting for my date and whether I'd recognize him. Nice. Being early just might have it's perks. AKA Control.
While typing on my iPhone a head suddenly appeared in my peripheral vision. "Hello!" I look up, smile and dammit, it's a 'No.' I don't usually know that quickly. But I did. In an instant. I'm not even sure I can explain why. It wasn't a looks thing, there was just no zing. And then he sat down and there wasn't one moment in the next three hours when I felt any differently. Yes. Three hours again. How do you leave?
We had good conversations. About travel, real estate, our jobs - his was very interesting. He started reaching out and touching my arm for emphasis. He's not feeling what I'm feeling. He's feeling chemistry. Oh crap. He also gave me some 'High Tens" - what's up with that on a date? It's not a sporting event…oh wait…maybe it is.
As the evening continued, we started talking relationship stuff and online dating. Chet said that you know within five minutes of meeting someone if you have mutual chemistry and smiled knowingly and touched my arm again. He doesn't realize this isn't mutual. He's in it alone. I immediately divide half my brain. One half is listening to what he's saying and the other half is wondering how long I've been on the date and how I can I end it in a nice way. I'd been yawning, but hiding it, but suddenly I yawed outright. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm so tired. I don't know why." He said, "Don't worry, you've only yawned once." I said, "I yawned earlier, as well." He suggested that I get another drink. So hinting was not successful. Then he told me about a date he'd had the night before. He met a woman who was nice, but he said to me, "You know, you just know. I bought her a drink and then an hour in I just said (he slapped his hand on the bar for emphasis), I've gotta go. We'll be in touch." Wow. Maybe I could learn something from Chet. Although that seems harsh. I wonder if she's still waiting for him to call?
I drank my second umbrella-garnished beverage quickly. As we were finally leaving I kissed his cheek so that he wouldn't move in for a real kiss. Then he said, "We'll do something next week, yes? I'll call." I smiled, and nodded.
I called four girlfriends on the drive home…and only got answering machines. I left some ridiculous messages and I probably sounded like I was on cocaine, not wine. I'm not sure why I was so panicked, but I was. I suppose it's the combination of not meeting the right guy, continuing to meet the wrong one and feeling trapped on the dates - even if the guys are nice. My herbalist once said to me, "You only need one, right?" Yes, I only need one, but where the hell is he?
When someone else is excited and full of possibility and they look at you, eyes wide and full of hope and you don't feel that rush in return, how do you manage that? And in retrospect, how many times have I done this? Countless, I'm sure. How many men must I have sent screaming into the night over the years, calling their friends in a panic? Yikes. And let's be honest. I'm just not good at this. I have a friend whose brother told her after a major break-up that she had to go on 30 dates in 30 days. She went on 28. Now she's good at this.
The date with Chet was on a Wednesday. By Sunday night I'd not heard a peep from him. Maybe he wasn't interested. Phew. Good news. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn't feel any chemistry…and then he called. I let it go to voice mail. I waited about 90 minutes before listening to it. Just feeling generally shitty. The message was nice and he wondered what my week ahead looked like and said he hoped I'd had a nice weekend. I emailed back a couple hours later and said what I've said before, that it feels more like a friend vibe than a romantic one and wished him luck on the site.
It's important to reiterate: A) I'm paying to do this and B) There's no explaining chemistry.
I went on a date with Chet last week. Successful. Generous. Kind. Interesting. NO CHEMISTRY.
I was early. AGAIN. Am I changing? Or just lucky? Probably lucky. Anyway, I cruised into the Moroccan themed bar and ordered a ridiculous drink. Headache in my future.
I texted Chet that I was seated directly across from the entrance. White sweater. Then I just sipped my drink, answered work emails and didn't get nervous about waiting for my date and whether I'd recognize him. Nice. Being early just might have it's perks. AKA Control.
While typing on my iPhone a head suddenly appeared in my peripheral vision. "Hello!" I look up, smile and dammit, it's a 'No.' I don't usually know that quickly. But I did. In an instant. I'm not even sure I can explain why. It wasn't a looks thing, there was just no zing. And then he sat down and there wasn't one moment in the next three hours when I felt any differently. Yes. Three hours again. How do you leave?
We had good conversations. About travel, real estate, our jobs - his was very interesting. He started reaching out and touching my arm for emphasis. He's not feeling what I'm feeling. He's feeling chemistry. Oh crap. He also gave me some 'High Tens" - what's up with that on a date? It's not a sporting event…oh wait…maybe it is.
As the evening continued, we started talking relationship stuff and online dating. Chet said that you know within five minutes of meeting someone if you have mutual chemistry and smiled knowingly and touched my arm again. He doesn't realize this isn't mutual. He's in it alone. I immediately divide half my brain. One half is listening to what he's saying and the other half is wondering how long I've been on the date and how I can I end it in a nice way. I'd been yawning, but hiding it, but suddenly I yawed outright. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm so tired. I don't know why." He said, "Don't worry, you've only yawned once." I said, "I yawned earlier, as well." He suggested that I get another drink. So hinting was not successful. Then he told me about a date he'd had the night before. He met a woman who was nice, but he said to me, "You know, you just know. I bought her a drink and then an hour in I just said (he slapped his hand on the bar for emphasis), I've gotta go. We'll be in touch." Wow. Maybe I could learn something from Chet. Although that seems harsh. I wonder if she's still waiting for him to call?
I drank my second umbrella-garnished beverage quickly. As we were finally leaving I kissed his cheek so that he wouldn't move in for a real kiss. Then he said, "We'll do something next week, yes? I'll call." I smiled, and nodded.
I called four girlfriends on the drive home…and only got answering machines. I left some ridiculous messages and I probably sounded like I was on cocaine, not wine. I'm not sure why I was so panicked, but I was. I suppose it's the combination of not meeting the right guy, continuing to meet the wrong one and feeling trapped on the dates - even if the guys are nice. My herbalist once said to me, "You only need one, right?" Yes, I only need one, but where the hell is he?
When someone else is excited and full of possibility and they look at you, eyes wide and full of hope and you don't feel that rush in return, how do you manage that? And in retrospect, how many times have I done this? Countless, I'm sure. How many men must I have sent screaming into the night over the years, calling their friends in a panic? Yikes. And let's be honest. I'm just not good at this. I have a friend whose brother told her after a major break-up that she had to go on 30 dates in 30 days. She went on 28. Now she's good at this.
The date with Chet was on a Wednesday. By Sunday night I'd not heard a peep from him. Maybe he wasn't interested. Phew. Good news. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn't feel any chemistry…and then he called. I let it go to voice mail. I waited about 90 minutes before listening to it. Just feeling generally shitty. The message was nice and he wondered what my week ahead looked like and said he hoped I'd had a nice weekend. I emailed back a couple hours later and said what I've said before, that it feels more like a friend vibe than a romantic one and wished him luck on the site.
It's important to reiterate: A) I'm paying to do this and B) There's no explaining chemistry.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Rejection…
There are three basics in online dating: You reject them, they reject you, or you go on a scary blind date…willingly. Easy as 1, 2, 3. And if rejected, one shouldn't take it personally (it's the internet for god's sake, it's not personal). Seriously, these online dating guys don't know who I am after two or three emails and/or a meeting or two. But let's be honest, we frequently take things personally. I have. And unfortunately frequently do.
There are a list of things I'm looking for in a man, but just because I want them, doesn't mean I'll get them. There are guys I've met the old fashioned way and had relationships with that I probably wouldn't have chosen from a picture online, and yet, I fell for them. For a time. Sometimes too long a time, but surely that's a different issue - and a different story.
I went out on a date recently with a yachtsman. Blake. He was nice. We actually chatted over coffee for two hours and 45 minutes, but two hours in, I realized I wasn't interested. How did I know? Thoughts of, "How do I end this? When can I end this?" started rapidly running through my brain. And it had nothing really to do with Blake, he didn't say something rude or outrageous, it was just what was going on between us - or the lack of it. No chemistry.
Eventually the date ended. I think I referenced plans for later in the day and then a bit later that I needed to get moving. But before that, we discussed online etiquette. Subject: When someone contacts you, if you aren't interested, do you write back or not? Blake believes the recipient of his email should absolutely write back. He wants a reply - whether the lady is interested or not. Even if it's through an automated message. By the way, the automated message says something like: so and so isn't interested, their loss, but here are some other possibilities. (Yuck.) Suddenly a software program is my relationship cheerleader?!
Blake found me via the search engine and emailed me. His profile looked good, i.e. he was smart, nice looking, well traveled, wrote well and was…5'7". Hmmm. I'm not tall. At all. But a friend of mine says whenever guys are vertically challenged, they always lie up - especially on dating sites. I think the 5'7" yachtsman was really … 5'5". Maximum. And he was…slight. He told me sometimes he has trouble finding clothes that fit because he's so small. Interesting. But hey, all of these things are completely fine and actually wouldn't matter at all, if there were chemistry. But there wasn't. FYI, you get to put in all sorts of options when you are searching for online love: zip code, distance from where you live, age, relationship status, hair color, astrological sign, height, body type, ethnicity, religion etc., etc., etc. When I search I look for location, age range, picture (they MUST have a picture - I think the guys that don't are cheating. Definitely.) and relationship status - this is key. They cannot be listed as Separated. No way. Got to be Single, Divorced, or Widowed. I'm not here to help you through your divorce. I do not need extra baggage. I've got enough of my own!
When I arrived for the date, Blake was already there. Seated and drinking coffee. I saw him and made my way towards him…he didn't stand to greet me (I like it when they stand). I sat down for a second and said hello. After a moment I took out my wallet and went up to the counter to buy a cup of coffee. After the date, he stood, and it felt like we were the same size. I think we were. It occurs to me now that he might have purposely hid his height from me until the end of the date. Look, we're all self-conscious about stuff (yes, I have a list of things I'm self-conscious about but I'm not going to enumerate here…at least not today), but I don't lie on dating sites. My age is really my age. My pictures are recent and are actually of me. I don't try to sell something I'm not. I feel like that would only end badly. But I get it. Guys want to be big and strong. We like them that way. At least I do.
So the yachtsman and I walked out of the cafe and he said he'd had a good time. I said, "Me too," because it was true. Nice easy conversation. Then he said, "Maybe we can do this again. I can take you to dinner. But if you don't want to, you can tell me now, I won't take it personally." Gulp. I mean, he put himself out there. Impressive. But I must admit, I wasn't cool enough to say no in the moment. So I said yes, got into my car and headed home. I think he would have taken, "No," personally. I would have. Maybe he knew that.
So now I needed to write the dreaded email. And I did. But he beat me to it and wrote saying how much fun he'd had. Shit. I wrote back and said it was fun but that it felt more like a friendship vibe than a romantic vibe. He wrote back and said he totally agreed. Felt the same way. Ok…but hadn't he asked me about going out again? Never mind. Doesn't matter. All good. Let's all save face!
But Blake had got me thinking. So I also wrote back to another guy on the site who had written me previously. When he wrote, I'd read his profile and I wasn't interested. But I didn't write him. I just let it go. And yet, he kept looking at my page. Then he Favorited me (I don't quite understand this aspect of the online dating thing, why would you have favorites while you're looking for the one - unless you want a stable full of ladies?). Then he wrote me again over the holidays and said some very nice things about my profile and mentioned that he'd written to me before. Nudge. So after writing to Blake, I wrote to Raffie and said "Thank you so much, but I don't think we're a match." Rejection doesn't make you feel good. Whether you are the rejector or the rejectee. And actually, both emails made me feel crappy, but better to be honest.
I've definitely had my fair share of rejection. I've emailed people (many) that never replied. I've corresponded with people that seemed interested, suggested meeting and then disappeared. And I went on a couple dates with a guy I really thought was a contender. Both dates were super fun and it all seemed quite promising. This was just before Thanksgiving. During one texting session I told him I was making pumpkin pie and he kept texting that he'd love to taste my pie. (Sorry. That just sounds SO wrong.) He also texted that he’d like to try my Brussels Sprouts as well (stop it). So, so many texts about tasting my food which intimated (to me) that he wanted to see me again. And there was even a follow up after Thanksgiving checking to see how the pie turned out… And then radio silence. I'm not sure why, since I'm not psychic. But there you have it. No one wants to be unkind. No one wants you to feel like crap. Sometimes they just disappear and it doesn't matter why.
Many people say rejection is God's protection. I've been protected a lot in my life. Luckily. So back to the drawing board: to rejecting them, being rejected or going on a blind date willingly. And I've just got to remember not to take any of it personally.
There are a list of things I'm looking for in a man, but just because I want them, doesn't mean I'll get them. There are guys I've met the old fashioned way and had relationships with that I probably wouldn't have chosen from a picture online, and yet, I fell for them. For a time. Sometimes too long a time, but surely that's a different issue - and a different story.
I went out on a date recently with a yachtsman. Blake. He was nice. We actually chatted over coffee for two hours and 45 minutes, but two hours in, I realized I wasn't interested. How did I know? Thoughts of, "How do I end this? When can I end this?" started rapidly running through my brain. And it had nothing really to do with Blake, he didn't say something rude or outrageous, it was just what was going on between us - or the lack of it. No chemistry.
Eventually the date ended. I think I referenced plans for later in the day and then a bit later that I needed to get moving. But before that, we discussed online etiquette. Subject: When someone contacts you, if you aren't interested, do you write back or not? Blake believes the recipient of his email should absolutely write back. He wants a reply - whether the lady is interested or not. Even if it's through an automated message. By the way, the automated message says something like: so and so isn't interested, their loss, but here are some other possibilities. (Yuck.) Suddenly a software program is my relationship cheerleader?!
Blake found me via the search engine and emailed me. His profile looked good, i.e. he was smart, nice looking, well traveled, wrote well and was…5'7". Hmmm. I'm not tall. At all. But a friend of mine says whenever guys are vertically challenged, they always lie up - especially on dating sites. I think the 5'7" yachtsman was really … 5'5". Maximum. And he was…slight. He told me sometimes he has trouble finding clothes that fit because he's so small. Interesting. But hey, all of these things are completely fine and actually wouldn't matter at all, if there were chemistry. But there wasn't. FYI, you get to put in all sorts of options when you are searching for online love: zip code, distance from where you live, age, relationship status, hair color, astrological sign, height, body type, ethnicity, religion etc., etc., etc. When I search I look for location, age range, picture (they MUST have a picture - I think the guys that don't are cheating. Definitely.) and relationship status - this is key. They cannot be listed as Separated. No way. Got to be Single, Divorced, or Widowed. I'm not here to help you through your divorce. I do not need extra baggage. I've got enough of my own!
When I arrived for the date, Blake was already there. Seated and drinking coffee. I saw him and made my way towards him…he didn't stand to greet me (I like it when they stand). I sat down for a second and said hello. After a moment I took out my wallet and went up to the counter to buy a cup of coffee. After the date, he stood, and it felt like we were the same size. I think we were. It occurs to me now that he might have purposely hid his height from me until the end of the date. Look, we're all self-conscious about stuff (yes, I have a list of things I'm self-conscious about but I'm not going to enumerate here…at least not today), but I don't lie on dating sites. My age is really my age. My pictures are recent and are actually of me. I don't try to sell something I'm not. I feel like that would only end badly. But I get it. Guys want to be big and strong. We like them that way. At least I do.
So the yachtsman and I walked out of the cafe and he said he'd had a good time. I said, "Me too," because it was true. Nice easy conversation. Then he said, "Maybe we can do this again. I can take you to dinner. But if you don't want to, you can tell me now, I won't take it personally." Gulp. I mean, he put himself out there. Impressive. But I must admit, I wasn't cool enough to say no in the moment. So I said yes, got into my car and headed home. I think he would have taken, "No," personally. I would have. Maybe he knew that.
So now I needed to write the dreaded email. And I did. But he beat me to it and wrote saying how much fun he'd had. Shit. I wrote back and said it was fun but that it felt more like a friendship vibe than a romantic vibe. He wrote back and said he totally agreed. Felt the same way. Ok…but hadn't he asked me about going out again? Never mind. Doesn't matter. All good. Let's all save face!
But Blake had got me thinking. So I also wrote back to another guy on the site who had written me previously. When he wrote, I'd read his profile and I wasn't interested. But I didn't write him. I just let it go. And yet, he kept looking at my page. Then he Favorited me (I don't quite understand this aspect of the online dating thing, why would you have favorites while you're looking for the one - unless you want a stable full of ladies?). Then he wrote me again over the holidays and said some very nice things about my profile and mentioned that he'd written to me before. Nudge. So after writing to Blake, I wrote to Raffie and said "Thank you so much, but I don't think we're a match." Rejection doesn't make you feel good. Whether you are the rejector or the rejectee. And actually, both emails made me feel crappy, but better to be honest.
I've definitely had my fair share of rejection. I've emailed people (many) that never replied. I've corresponded with people that seemed interested, suggested meeting and then disappeared. And I went on a couple dates with a guy I really thought was a contender. Both dates were super fun and it all seemed quite promising. This was just before Thanksgiving. During one texting session I told him I was making pumpkin pie and he kept texting that he'd love to taste my pie. (Sorry. That just sounds SO wrong.) He also texted that he’d like to try my Brussels Sprouts as well (stop it). So, so many texts about tasting my food which intimated (to me) that he wanted to see me again. And there was even a follow up after Thanksgiving checking to see how the pie turned out… And then radio silence. I'm not sure why, since I'm not psychic. But there you have it. No one wants to be unkind. No one wants you to feel like crap. Sometimes they just disappear and it doesn't matter why.
Many people say rejection is God's protection. I've been protected a lot in my life. Luckily. So back to the drawing board: to rejecting them, being rejected or going on a blind date willingly. And I've just got to remember not to take any of it personally.
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