I am writing about this one just after getting a “Dear John” text message which marked the end of this fast and furious “relationship”.
I don’t even think we had “known” each other for more than 2 weeks and that included the dating site intro, texting, phone call and meeting which was to lead to another meeting which ultimately didn’t happen.
We chatted on the dating site first and she was full of energy and seemed very motivated. On top of that this girl seemed very aggressive in pursuing me and this came across as a little freaky. However, she was new to this whole thing saying she had enlisted with online dating less than a week before we bumped into each other. Right off the bat I figured she was likely just overwhelmed with all of it or felt she was simply excited because she was convinced she had met Mr. Right.
It was her idea to move things to text because she was getting “inundated with messages from men, that she couldn’t reject fast enough” and that texting would be easier than sifting though all the messages to find the new one from me.
Things like that – I’d never heard before, this lady meant business.
We eventually called each other after the texts became too long and tiresome to type – within 10 minutes – “We have too much to talk about for texting”, she said and the phone call went really well. She was funny, interesting and really pulling things together that we had in common. She wasn’t letting the chips simply fall as they may, she was physically pulling pieces together to make this work – if that makes sense.
Regardless we had arranged to meet by her place on a Thursday night and she was going to take me on a walking tour of her area. I thought it was a great date idea and couldn’t wait, until it ended up pouring rain the day we were to meet up. I had sent her a note saying I hope the rain stops and then she replied that we could always postpone. I replied when would we postpone to? Which she replied with “That was a trick question, a little rain isn’t going to scare you off is it”
No, it wasn’t and we changed the date from the walking tour to playing pool at a pub.
The night before we met she had also called me from a very noisy bar after her favorite hockey team had won a game. I couldn’t even hear her, and honestly thought it was a little weird. “You’re missing the party” “mummble mummble mummble” “ok see you tomorrow”
Hmmm… I chalked it up as alcohol driven and possibly cause for concern, but whatever.
The next day we met in the parking lot, she actually looked better than her pictures and we shared her umbrella to the pub. We had a few beers there and played pool before heading to another spot for live music and a couple more drinks. No denying we got along well, this wasn’t like a typical first date and nothing like an awkward first coffee date type thing, this was fun!
At the live music spot I did end up with my arm around her (liquid courage) before we left as she had to be at work very early the next morning.
Before I had even made it to my door I had received a text from her saying she had such a great time and maybe we could meet that weekend to watch fireworks under the stars, and how it would be romantic.
I told her that was a great idea and we’d make arrangements closer to the day.
That was today.
This morning I texted her asking where and when the fireworks were? She replied right back saying she was looking up the same thing – but neither of us could find any info on where they were happening by her place. She then said maybe we’d just get together tomorrow night and watch the hockey game, to which I said that’s a work night and tonight was still the weekend. She said “for you” as she had to work the next day regardless.
I said I’d come see her when I had to work the next day, and she didn’t, to be fair.
Then she said Ok we’ll hang out tonight but she’ll have to find another date to do the hockey game with the day after.
I said I can probably do the hockey game too!
She then said her friends will be jealous and I can’t “hog her all the time”
I LOL’d that as the joke I thought it was and left her to her work.
About 2 hours ago I got a long text from her, something along the lines of “I can’t see you anymore, I’ve only met you once and I already feel smothered. I feel you deserve someone that has more time for you”
After pacing around for awhile wondering what had just happened I sent a reply. “I was only showing availability, and I am sorry it went down like this, take care :)”
And that was it – unless I get a drunk dial from her after the hockey game tomorrow, that is.
‘Til next time