Pre-Date #1: Stood Up. I Think.
I sent Better Than Sex Guy an email yesterday: "Sorry I haven't called... its been crazy the past few days. I think I saw you at the water park today though! Want to hit the park tomorrow afternoon? (Thursday?)" He responded almost immediately, "wow !!! u should have come and said hello to me!!!! if i had of seen u i would have been over to say hello. as for the busy thing..i so understand. its raining out there...that sucks..im totally up for meeting!!!!! give me a shout!!!"
I in turn reply:
Its all good, I was just walking by. You seemed in the middle of a conversation and I didn't want to interrupt. IF that was even you. So, rain is pooey, so maybe coffee/tea instead? #removed address & details# I'm going to try to be there around 1:30-ish."
He confirmed with more exclamation marks, and we were off. Or so I thought.
I was running a bit late so I called him and left a message at 1:15 saying I'd be delayed 5-10 minutes. I have no idea if I even got the right phone number or not, but since his message sounded like a kidlet trying to take over the phone, I assumed I dialed correctly.
I arrive at 1:40pm and he's obviously not there. Its a small, central coffee shop, and I know the staff quite well, so I ask them if they've seen someone fitting Better Than Sex Guy's description. Nope.
I waited until 1:50pm and finally gave up, taking my tea to go. I just got home now after sauntering about (what can I say? I like rainy days) and sent him a quick email apology. Who knows what'll happen next, if anything, but I'm not going to hold my breath.
Pre-Dates at the Park
Nope, I still haven't had my pseudo-date with Better than Sex Guy. I got caught up with work and family shiznits, and completely forgot to call. I'd planned on calling him today after a long walk downtown, but as I was walking by the water park (a couple of minutes from my place) I spotted him and his son. On a date. With what seemed to be a childless woman - or at least one that didn't seem to mind that her back was to the playground.
I looked away, trying to give him a bit of privacy, but I'm pretty sure he spotted me. aie. How awkward.
And, in a way, creepy. Am I going to have to avoid walking by all parks in my city (of which there are many!) just so as not to seem like a stalker? bleh.
I'll call him later anyway, but at least now I know his lines are being practiced on more than just me.
Emotionally Distant Men
Alright. I've dated my fair share. Behinder is probably the worst of the bunch, although he was the opposite when I first met him. *sigh* Anyone getting tired of my moping about this guy yet?
So anyway... when I was looking for reprint permission for the quote from yesterday about men not wanting what they have (Just What I Needed To Hear), I found another Q&A from Christian Carter about emotionally distant men.
Hm. I don't think I gave this guy enough credit the first time around. Here's the Q&A, also in its entirety; I'll comment further in another post later on today when I have a chance.
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Contextually…
So I had two people ask me to email them or post here the Christian Carter/Date.com newsletter clip I spoke of yesterday. Fair enough. I checked with Carter's folks, and they have no issue with me reprinting it, so here it is in its entirety.
Yes, I'll readily admit this is a much longer post than what I'd normally put up in this blog. Ok, I'm impatient too. But it helped me to clarify a few things I'd conveniently wiped from my memory to avoid the truth, as well as gave me some more questions to think about in relation to the Behinder's recent admission (And You Say Women Are Confusing?)
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Just What I Needed To Hear
I've read Christian Carter's "Catch Him and Keep Him". It was an interesting, if rambling read. Nothing really new in the eBook, and if he'd presented the information in a more logical manner, I probably would be extolling more of its virtues right now. But as it stands , it felt like the author was just trying to create more white space and/or increase the length of the eBook.
I mean really now. Do we need a paragraph break after EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE?
I think not.
So I usually ignore emails from Christian Carter or articles written by him. But for some reason, I read his piece in Date.com's newsletter today about winning a guy back. One line in particular, I swear, was written just for little ole me:
If a man doesn't know what he wants, he generally doesn't want what he's got.
Succinct, to the point, and a bit too close to home. Could this be my answer to the million dollar question: Its Not You. Its Me?
Pre-Date #1
Oh my goodness, I may just be going on a date tomorrow. #1 of the year, and the first in... gosh. Eight months? Ew.
My last date was with the Behinder, and its negligible if we are still dating/dating again. Is sex the only way to tell you're dating someone? If so, then ok, we're not dating.
Anyway...
Better than Sex Guy has settled into his new place, and says he's starting to make a life of his own. 40 years old, retired military, with a 2-year-old son. Yup, he's living the life! (and seems very grateful for his good fortune) His last five-word email asked me when we'd be meeting up at the park so the kidlets could play. Oddly (strangely? fatefully?) he lives around the corner from my place. So it looks like tomorrow we may just be finally meeting up, after a month or two of long distance chat. Is it a date? Not sure, but I'll say it is just to stroke my ego a bit.
Time To Start Dating Again
I think I've been in hiding long enough. So far no dates, but I am chatting with a couple of gents.
- Better Than Sex Guy: He's finally moved to town and his Internet connection is hooked up. Still, his emails are brief - his last one three words long, extolling the virtues of having a park across the street from his house.
- Favorite Date Guy, aka the Behinder: Ok, so I doubt we'll date again, but dammit, I want to. Add to his confusing as hell chat the other night, and I've confirmed my torch-holding days aren't over yet. *sigh*
- The Farmer: This guy is a New Kid on the Block; I've just started chatting with him. I think he may be more of a fisherman than a farmer, but all he's shared so far is that he just finished a BSc, and he's currently working on his parents farm. He lives (by his estimation) about 1.5hrs North of me, so I doubt I'll be meeting him anytime soon. He's got me a bit worried, too, since he's said several times he's very picky about the women he dates. I have a feeling I've already been picked out of his dating patch. Still, he instigates conversation several times a day, and seems intelligent, sexy, witty and a bit dark. Just how I like 'em.
- Homesteader: Also a newbie, this gent just messaged me today. He lives remotely, homesteading and raising cattle, and rarely gets Internet access. His photos and personality are exceptionally intriguing to me - but he lives more than four hours away. His profile also says he's got kids who live with their Mom but "that shouldn't matter because I'm not looking for my soulmate or anything". Uh, yeah. At least he's honest, but based on that comment alone I doubt we'll connect. I'll still keep the communications open, for now.
And You Say Women Are Confusing?
A chat with the Behinder yesterday left me more confused than ever. In a nutshell: we met and dated briefly before we were forced to part ways geographically for a year. It was later admitted we were 'falling for each other'. Yet when we reconnected, he felt something was missing. We're still friends and talk often.
Him: i'm trying to keep from getting too involved. does that sound reasonable?
Me: ew. That sounds horrible, but yes, I get it.
Him: i would be extremely uncomfortable if you jumped me, for instance, but I am unsure as to what my reaction would be.
Him: whether my instincts would take over
Him: so I try to keep some sort of distance between us. its not much. but enough.
Anyone speak guy-ese? Care to decipher?
Its Not You. It’s Me.
I've noticed a theme in the past couple of years in my dating life. I meet someone, its intense and lovely, and things are humming along nicely for a month or two. Then I'm suddenly sideswiped by The Talk: he's met someone else and its already in full swing. When I ask what happened between us, I'm given a similar answer by each: something is missing. I don't know what it is. Sorry I hurt you. You deserve better.
Sometimes these betrayals have stung longer than they should have, but most I just look back at with gratitude. Meaning: I'm very thankful that I found out early on what kind of men they were. And frankly, of the men who intimated something was missing, only one touched my heart.
But this theme makes me wonder. Is saying, "It's not you, it's me?" just a cop-out now? Does it really mean diddly squat? Is it just the easy way out? Or is there sort of dating deal breaker I'm sporting that only becomes readily apparent around the six week mark? One that is so elusive and/or fear-inducing, that it instills an immediate cease and desist.