So, it appears I have hit a theme for my last two posts. In reading my last post I see that I rambled on about my bad luck in the dating world. I am sad to report that nothing has changed since that post. In fact it may have gone from crappy to down right pitiful. Please allow me to elaborate.
After the last fiasco I decided I would give another go at the wonderful world of online dating. After chatting with several women in the area I finally found one that seemed interested in meeting me and that certainly caught my eye as well. After a few emails, the new woman, who we will call "Alice" and I decided to meet. We made a date for burgers and a beer at the Burger Stand. Turned out to be a really nice night. we hit it off. "Alice" was attractive, funny and easy to talk to. The downside is that the day before the date, "Alice" was laid off from her job. Added stress.
We are now four weeks in and the wheels are starting to come off the cart. Pressure from the job search and possible move have caused "Alice" to worry about us. On the night of one of our schedule dates, I texted her to see what time to come over. No big deal, got a reply that she needed more time. Texted her again and told her to let me know when she was ready. Another text response giving me some options for the night wondering what I would prefer. I answered via text. Here is where the crazy started breaking through. I was chastised for rexting instead of calling, apparently it was rude and was making her later because she had to stop what she was doing to respond. Then, I got lectured for making a "unilateral decision on what we were doing for the night" instead of asking her feelings. Yeah.
Needless to say we had no date that night. Or ever again, or so I thought. Two days later I got several texts telling me how sorry she was for pushing me away, being mean etc. "Alice" explained that she realized she was trying to dump me before she moved and ended up getting hurt later. I forgave her and we agreed on giving it another try.
Fast forward 8 days to our next date. We decided to go play pool and have some drinks. Then I was going to driver her to Wal-Mart to get some things before the big storm hit. I picked her up and out we went. The night was going great, we played pool, threw some darts, there was some flirting etc. We split a burger and fries. Man, things were going great. Then I noticed she was getting a little bit mouthy and rude. She suggested we go to a dance club. I said, not tonight as it was already 11:30. After mouthing something about she wished she had her own car and some other under her breath words, we got our tab and left. Total bill $70. I had a draft beer and one bottle. Hmm?
We got in the car and she asked if we could stop at the liquor store, She needed wine before the storm hit. Obviously drunk at this point she proceeded to hit on the liquor store clerk in front of me. To make matters worse, I knew the guy. We both looked at each other and shrugged while she tried to no avail to flirt with him. Despite me desire to just leaver her at the liquor store, the nice guy inside me wouldn't let me leave her. So it was off to Wal-mart. She stumbled around with a crumpled up list clutched in her shaky little hand, banging into displays and grabbing the wrong things. Me in tow, the whole time listening to her not so subtle jabs at me for not going dancing.
Once we got back to the car, she was starting to sober up and realized what time it was. She apologized for getting mad and asked if we could get some food. At this point I wanted to look at her and tell her, "Bitch, please!". Nope, stupid nice guy me, takes her to IHOP. She insults the waiter and a few customers downs her coffee and we head home, Thank God.
Because there is ice on her drive and her Wal-Mart booty is heavy, I carry her things in and try to leave. Before I can get out the door, she has indicated that she wants to make out. Hmm, Dilemma, Thy name is Tim., Nice guy that I am I can't refuse her request. So we make out for a bit then I bail.
I send her a text the next day, but no phone call. Sunday afternoon, I get a scathing text questioning why I didn't call her the next day after such an awesome date. Needless to say that was the end of that.
So for all of you who have someone special in your life or for those of you who are content to be alone. I say to you your life is definitely better than mine.
