Now You See Him, Now You Don’t
Following is my very first guest post from the ever lovely, Brandi from The Serial Datist. To put it simply, she is every woman. Here she shares with us a situation that I’m certain just about everyone will be able to relate to. The excitement of meeting someone new, thinking it’s a match only to be disappointed and pushed aside without even a moments notice, left only to think, “what the hell happened?”
Now You See Him, Now You Don’t
It’s been quite a while since I’ve blogged and for that I apologize. I took a short hiatus from dating. I met a few interesting people in my non-dating time, but those were, of course, the wrong type of guys for me (what else is new). If I’m not crushing on a felon or someone with kids (or both in some cases), I guess I get bored.
Recently, I got the urge to get on an old dating site again just to see if anything new and interesting might pop up. Surprisingly, something did. At the time, I didn’t realize we had already met through one of my friends, but that is neither here nor there. He recognized me from the get-go. We chatted for a few days online and through text and here were the stats:
- Engineer (YAY!)
- Intelligent (DOUBLE YAY!)
- FUNNY (OMG! Does he get better? Surely not!)
- Responsible (Where has this man been all my life?)
- Southern (JACKPOT)
Men like this don’t come around very often. Nor do they stay single for long. I decided it would be best if we took this to the next level and met face to face. He suggested coffee (funny, neither of us really drinks it) and we met. The second I laid eyes on him my jaw dropped. HOLY SHIT! He’s HOT! Wait a second, no one EVER looks better in person than in their pictures! Seriously, my knees buckled. This couldn’t possibly be real.
It turned out that the coffee shop we had initially agreed to meet at was closed. Apparently he was reading my vibes when we met so he suggested sushi. I <3 sushi! We got to the sushi place, sat down and the conversation flowed so easily that the next thing we knew, the place was closing. Neither of us wanted to end the date, so I suggested gelato at Frost. He walked me to my car, turned around and said “How about a kiss?” YES PLEASE! I puckered up and he ever so smoothly held up a Hershey’s kiss in his hand. Wow, that was smooth. Luckily he got the response he wanted and went for a real kiss after we had a good laugh. I have to say, his comedic timing was impeccable.
We got to Frost and the night continued with amazing conversation. Throughout the night as we are learning about each other, we kept finding out things that we liked about one another and responding with a “check!” Honestly, he’d been getting checks for things I didn’t even know I liked in a guy. After some noisy people came to sit near us, we decided to walk back to a sitting area near a huge fountain and all I can say is that it was possibly the most romantic setting EVER. We continued talking for what seemed like hours when he told me to put some music on my phone. He took my hand and the phone and said “I’ll hold this. Let’s dance”.
I’m pretty sure any woman would already be head over heels at this point. We went on a few more “non dates” and everything kept getting better until….it just stopped. He stopped making plans to hang out and said he was really busy at work and a million other things then gave me “the list”. He actually sent me a list of his current priorities. Guess who came in last. You guessed it. Me.
The list went as follows:
- Work (understandable)
- Gym (ok, I can see that)
- Friends (alrighty then…)
- Band (ummm….you’ve had ONE practice session)
- Alone time (wow. Seriously?)
Ouch. Really? After alone time? We literally spent a few hours together once a week and that was asking for too much? I guess I’m just too damn clingy. So, Mr. Wonderful crashed and burned. It really shouldn’t surprise me. I think he was just running an experiment on how to do everything right to make a girl fall for you and then end it as quickly as it began. So for now, I remain single and have stopped dating (yet again) in anticipation of moving closer to home. I’ve always said, “There’s nothing like a southern man to make a woman feel good.” Time for me to go find him. Or let him find me.
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