I got an email the other day from a guy I had been out with a few times (no, not the one I was planning on email dumping the other week). It read something like this:
“While I think you’re a great person, and I’ve had fun hanging out with you, I don’t think we’re eachother’s type”
Pretty standard. Until you hear the backstory.
Dates with this person had been getting progressively worse. I wanted to give myself a chance to like him as much as he seemed to like me, but there’s only so many times you can answer “you’re gorgeous” or “you’re fabulous” or “you’re intriguing” or “I want to spoil you with inappropriately extravagent gifts” with “uh huh.” He also did me a hugeass favour that I didn’t ask for and he still insisted on doing, which I totally appreciate. But try as I might, I just couldn’t get past the fact that 99% of this guy’s personality managed to completely turn me off at every turn.
After the final date (one I probably shouldn’t have bothered with in the first place), I was at the point where I should’ve just dumped him at the end of the night. But I chickened out. You’d think my total disinterest during the date, or my panicked look at the fact that he assumed he was coming up, or the speed at which I exited his barely stopped vehicle would’ve been clues. But guys are dumb like that.
A week or so later I get an email asking if I’d like to go for drinks with him. I blew him off with a “I’m really busy until after the holidays.” I figured I’d wait until the craziness of my world blew over, then dump him properly in January sometime. But apparrently I still had one more card to play, and I didn’t even know it.
I posted this – containing a small, random paragraph about my recent perils of dating. I mentioned that I need to go out with people who are not mean, or virgins, or rebounding. This guy isn’t exempt from that list – and apparrently he knows it. Either that or he’s really overly sensitive and thinks everything is all about him. He’s also one who started things of by taking the “I’ve read your entire blog archives and now possess an inappropriate amount of random perceived knowledge about you” road.
Considering the above, it’s not surprising that about 24 hours after said post appeared, I got the email at the top of the page. I guess I’ll never know his true motivation, but I’d just like to toss out a “thanks for saving me the trouble!”
You mean I don’t know you intimately, Donna?
Shocking.
“But guys are dumb like that.”
Really now, how hard is it to say “I had a great time, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore”? Okay, I admit, it’s pretty hard I guess, since I re-wrote that example sentence 3 times. But c’mon, it’s almost 2005. Enough with the hints already.
“I mentioned that I need to go out with people who are not mean, or virgins, or rebounding”
The “not mean” and “[not] rebounding” parts I get, but the virgins one is just discrimination pure and simple. (The answer to the question forming in your head right now is “Yes”, so don’t bother asking.)
Gotta love drama.
But he’s right.. you are fabulous!
— Java, rather than looking at it from that perspective, how about looking at as those that would use someone’s blog for anything other than simply an overview of who they are, are probably not the type of person you would want to get involved with anyhow.
I think it speaks volumes about someone, when I finally do give someone my URL, and they use the info there for good and not evil.
Peechie: You will find someone incredible who loves you for you and not what they can buy you… I just know it! 😉
I was talking to a friend about blogging last night. I had mentioned that it is wrought with peril… faux or otherwise. The reason is that you have to write as if you are with the love of your life. Because… should (and more over when) that person finds your blog…. they are going to know a lot more about you than you would have expected…. and it will all seem like its happening “right now” to that person. I will bet that more people have had to deal with more crap than ever before because… suddenly, your life is an open book. Another reason for relationship failure in the 21st century.
I can’t wait for his response to THIS post 🙂
*laugh* I *love* it when people read something on my website and either decide that I’m talking about them, or figure that they know me intimately based on my website…
very amusing. 🙂