Date #1 – The Joker
The Joker is kind of a joke. We messaged each other for a few days after our date, even had plans to meet again! That week, I went to Ottawa for a couple of days and we stayed out of touch during that time, but I told him I'd be in touch when I got back. Upon my return, I messaged him something casual, just to ask how he was doing... and I got this, “Hey, I’m good. So we're meeting with Mat and Chris first right?” Ummm. Wrong girl? Clearly it was, clearly I wasn’t going to find out. Peace!
Date #2 – THE Ex
He’s still around, he’s still wonderful, he’s still in love… I’m still confused.
Date #3 – The Ghost
Well, he's not haunting my dreams and I never heard anything from him. Ever. Not shocking since ‘I’m easy’. Moron.
Date #4 – The Imposter
He clearly got the hint when I let him know (as politely as possible) that I just wasn’t into him. I checked to see if he was still online shortly after that… he wasn’t.
Date #5 – The Wild Card
Oh, wild card… We chat pretty regularly; all the while, he’s been trying to meet up with me again for dinner and to fill in the blanks. Many unsuccessful attempts. I’m secretly losing interest. You can only tease a person for so long. But, I probably love you.
Date #6 – The Over-Texter
Of all the dates I’ve had, this one was kind of a disappointment. We had arranged to meet up this past Saturday at a pool hall not far from his place. I was going with my friends, he was going to come with his friends, again another fun, casual rendez-vous. So Saturday night rolls around and as time went on, no message, no call, no OT. Hmmm. I waited a little longer...nothing. So I got drunk, slurred my thoughts and had a great night. 1:41 am, I get this:
“Hey listen I’m sorry something happened with my nephew and we all went out to Guelph tonight… my phone died and I just got it now! I’m sorry!”
To believe or not to believe, that is the question. The next day I got a slew of apology messages. Maybe something really was wrong with his nephew? Up until last night, we’ve been casually chatting but with no real mentions of meeting up again. NEXT. I think the OT finally lost things to type about.
Date #7 – FML
So, there you have it. No repeats. And kind of a blessing.
Thanks all for being a part of my dysfunctional journey. Stayed tuned for more dysfunction!
La Blonde xx