I had two dates this weekend, which is pretty much how my weekends seem to be going lately. I’m growing pretty bored with the whole thing and likely won’t last much longer.
Friday was drinks with a guy I’m really not interested in. He’s a nice guy and intelligent and all that, but I am confident that we are not compatible. When he asked me out for Friday night, I agreed to go because I just knew that, based on his lifestyle, he’d give me lots of stories to
blog about share with my friends over drinks. Boy was I wrong.
It was all I could do to keep from falling asleep in my salsa after the 10th story about his philanthropy and other do-gooder crap. I mean, that’s great and all, but who cares. Gimme some dirt! A story! A mouth dropping story!
The only mouth dropping story I walked away with is the one where he said goodbye to me at valet and walked away. Leaving me to wait for my car by my dammy.
Saturday’s date was also someone I was kind of cool on. Earlier in the week I had eliminated him from the running of my future ex-boyfriend, but peer pressure from Disco Diva had me agreeing to see him. Imagine my utter and total dismay when he cancelled on me at the last minute VIA TEXT MESSAGE!
I was incensed. It’s one thing to be rejected. It a whole nother thing to be rejected by someone you aren’t even really interested in from jump. I knew I should have gone with my instincts. I will never make that mistake again.
Fortunately, the last minute cancel was a total blessing in disguise. It meant I got to spend my entire Saturday on the couch. I can’t remember the last time I had a total couch potato day. It did my brain and my body a world of good.