I lied. Apparently I’d only disabled my Bumble profile, not deleted it. I should have known that, given that the icon was still on the screen. Derp. But imagine my surprise when I was notified recently of a new match and message. I must have swiped for her before I disabled things. I liked what I saw, and I liked our conversation even better. When an opportunity arose, I asked her out. We met tonight.
I went into this date feeling good and without expectations. I was neither pessimistic nor optimistic, and I didn’t breathe a word to anyone lest I jinx it. I’ve been especially happy and confident lately, in the best shape of my life, and killing it at work. There were the usual flutters of nervousness as I approached her, but they dissipated quickly. We had the same nerdy and geeky interests, and conversation flowed easily and with plenty of laughter. Unfortunately the place I’d chosen was hosting a “Wine Down Wednesday Karaoke Night” and it was noisy as fuck.
As we neared the end of our meal I suggested going somewhere quieter. Most girls I’ve dated would take that opportunity to call it a night, but she didn’t. She was game. Another good sign. We walked down the road to an ice cream place for dessert, and she treated me since I’d paid for dinner. Bonus points. Meanwhile I was admiring her from head to toe. She looked good in her pictures, but even better in person. Damn. We strolled around town with our treats, eventually grabbing a bench to people watch and continue our conversation. We swapped adventure stories, compared travel plans and talked about family. It was relaxed and comfortable and felt right.
After two hours she called it a night. She lived at home with the parents and grandmother, and since the parents were out she was worried about her grandmother being home alone late at night. Hmm. Okay. I couldn’t stay out much longer myself – tomorrow is hell day at work and I need all the sleep I can get. We bade each other goodbye and I gave her a hug, just as I’d greeted her. We each expressed what a good time we had and a desire to go out again. I promised to get in touch soon.
I’d wanted to go for the kiss, but the moment didn’t feel quite right and I didn’t see how I could do it without it being awkward. That should have been a sign right there, and I had a funny feeling all the way home. And I was nearly back home when the texts starting coming in. Ping. Ping Ping Ping. I sighed and wondered what the story was going to be this time. Finally I got a chance to read what she’d sent me, and I was right:
“Hey. Thanks again for a really nice evening. I want to be honest with you, because I think you’re a great guy… I don’t think seeing you again would be the best thing for me. See, my boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago, and I thought I was ready to start dating again. But as I walked back to my car I kind of just broke down and started crying. I miss him, even though I don’t want to, and I’m realizing now I’m not emotionally ready to see other people. I feel so bad, because I genuinely had a nice time with you – and I don’t want you to think I’m making this up, because I’m not. I’m more of a mess than I thought I’d be. My feelings for him haven’t gone, and I’m just really sad. I’ve deleted my Bumble account because until I get my shit together, I can’t be dating anyone. I’m so so sorry. You are really sweet, please stay positive about this dating crap we have to go through. Thank you again for dinner. It was fun talking with you.”
Christ. Another long-winded way of saying “you’re a nice guy but you just don’t do it for me?” Then again, maybe that really is the truth. She did mention that I was her first Bumble date. So who knows. All I know is that I didn’t even bother responding. I’m deleting her texts and number and moving onto the next girl… whenever and whoever that may be. Disappointing, but that’s the way it goes.