As you can see, I’m on a posting spree. In fact, my output may increase even more. My dad stories have always been a hit, so I’ve been considering devoting a second blog to that subject. Then readers can follow my dating travails on this blog and learn about my larger universe on the other. Would this interest any of you?
Things have been quiet on the dating front. I’ve run out of things to say to Melody, and she never initiates any conversation with me. So I think I’ve lost interest in her. Even if I wanted to see her again, she says she doesn’t have any time. So I guess that’s that. Meanwhile I haven’t heard from The Babysitter since our walk in the park and she hasn’t responded to my second date proposal. I guess that’s that too. There were a couple of others I was trying to set dates with, but got nowhere.
The first one looked like Denise Richards and she gave me her number by the second message. I didn’t even have to ask for it, so I considered that a good sign. I texted her immediately and suggested going out Friday night. I waited. And waited. She finally got back to me a few days later:
“Sorry for the late reply! This weekend I have my best friends wedding, how does next week work for you? I’m free usually after 6 on weekdays”
Okay, that sounded encouraging. So I suggested Monday at 7. And then I waited again. A whole week went by without hearing from her. Ridiculous. Finally I texted her: “Hey! I got back to you with a date and time and didn’t hear anything…?”
“Hey! I’m so sorry, I’ve had 2 weddings in 2 weeks and have been struggling with my schedule.” Right. And you couldn’t have said so? So I told her to let me know when was good for her, and she said Friday at 6:30. Then she didn’t respond when I contacted her Friday to confirm. A couple of days later I texted the following:
“Well I didn’t hear anything from you again. I take it you’re not interested then…”
“No, I am so sorry. I’ve been MIA, life has been very hectic (and then I got sick). I have to go to my parents house tonight and help out because of illness in the family too. I feel like such a flake and it’s not my thing I promise. Rain check?”
Umm… nope. I think I’m all rained out over here.
I’ll call the second girl Dog Girl. She was very attached to her three dogs and referred to them as her kids. That was a warning right there. But she actually messaged me first with a “Hi handsome…” so naturally I thought she was worth a look. I gave her my number after a few days of messages and she texted me, and I asked her out on a date. That was where we ran into a spot of bother. She was distressed that I wasn’t going to take her on a fancy date. So you won’t go on a date unless I spoil you and treat you like a pampered princess? Fuck off.
I didn’t actually say that, but that’s what went through my head. Instead I just said that I thought that was too much for a first date. She relented and agreed to meet for drinks, but I already knew that this wasn’t going to work if that’s her mindset. Nonetheless I proposed the following night around 9 or 9:30, and she said she would have to check her schedule and let me know. Yeah, okay. Unsurprisingly I did not hear back from her.
And that was all she wrote.
With that I was left no choice but to go back on OKC and start prospecting again. I’m meticulously combing through every single profile in my match results. If I can’t find anything to start a conversation with, I hide the profile and move onto the next one. It’s a real bummer, though, that the girls whose profiles really speak to me are precisely the ones that don’t respond to my messages. Dammit. So I don’t have anyone else in the pipeline right now. My current profile has yet to achieve the level of “success” as my last profile, but I’m still working out the kinks.
Meanwhile I’ve resumed dancing at long last. We were left dance-less after Teacher skipped town on us back in the spring, but the other girls found a new place and I finally joined them there last week. Saw Dancer Chick, Married Girl, and one new face. New Face seemed rather interested in me, unless I’m imagining things again. She asked what town I was from, how long I’d been dancing for, and was very excited when I told her about the other dance group I was with (before Director died). All this before I’d even finished tying my shoes. She looks super young though. Although we’re all in the adult class, so she’s fair game. In any case I certainly can’t wait to talk to her some more this week. She has my attention.