So its only fitting that my latest post is a summary of the past month’s drama and fun.
I met a woman before Christmas through Zoosk. We exchanged a brief discourse of messages which quickly became an exchange of phone numbers and then texting. This process is the natural progression these days. The texts are to see if there is an exchange that merits some conversation and if there is a connection through words in print, than it looks more favorable for talking. We began talking and the first conversation was three and a half hours- Encouraging, right? The first date was set although meeting someone at their favorite bar to meet dozens of friends is not ideal. Sort of like going on a blind date to a fraternity party, so we postponed. Juggling my parental duties with a dating schedule is about as easy as wrangling cats. But, we found a day that worked and made it a date day. The day was great- walk on the beach exchanging childhood stories, a couple of overpriced cocktails towards the early evening and then a discussion about dinner. Skipped the dinner, went to some of her favorite bars, and then ended up at her apartment. Now, I can no longer do shots and still be productive, but, when you are with a shot drinker, you make the exception. We slept together which is always a good sign, but in the morning, I felt the need to leave before her 20 something sons woke up- a good move, right? Well, that was the last time I talked to her until I noticed that she unfriended my on Facebook. Its not the first time that happened just the first time it happened when it didn’t feel like anything was wrong. Which brings me to this post…….I think I am going to go through my dates for the last eight or nine months and see if there is a pattern. I will include women I’ve spoken with or texted as those are the new courtship rituals of the 21st century.
K- First date, had a connection, talked and texted and went to dinner several times over a long period of time. She was still in love with her ex boyfriend and was meeting him in hotels by the airport without me knowing. WE are still friends but the dishonesty means that nothing will come from that one.
B- This one I ended when after date one, she had decided to be in love and didn’t like me to stay on a dating site. She was older and I wasn’t about to continue the relationship after an hour and half of being berated.
C- I never felt a good feeling about this one, but she begged me to sleep with her, so, who am I to disappoint a woman? It was the first woman I slept with other than my divorce so it was awkward and I wasn’t into it, and she knew, so that one was done.
D- Aside from her height, we were made for each other, and I put a lot more stock in emotional chemistry than anything else and this one, we had it. We planned to meet, but her ex-husband cried to the church, and they refused to grant an annulment without meeting with a priest. She had to go back to her physically abusive, cheating, lying husband and that ended that one.
L- Met for a drink, no real chemistry, done in one.
R- This was the one I really screwed up. After meeting for dinner, went back to her condo, things went well and we continued to see each other for the next few days. She wanted to spend the night but I recanted with my seven year old son down the hall and not used to sharing his dad with anyone. That date ended at 4am after I neglected to tell her that and told her it was because I was still hurt by me ex-wife’s infidelity. She left hurt and two days later said it would never work. This one was actually worse than my wife moving out, if you can believe that, but it was.
N- We met for dinner, I slept at her place, we made plans for the next weekend, Halloween, but she made it clear she would be dating others. While I did not want to share her affections, let’s face it, there’s very little chance of changing a woman’s mind. I still hold out hopes, but I am also a realist and I’m not what she’s looking for.
So, there is the list. All within six months- its got to be a record, right??
I am publishing this in the hopes than someone, a woman, preferrably, will come across it and be able to provide some insight because I am lost.