First things first: HAPPY VETERAN’S DAY! I do greatly appreciate everyone who has served to defend and protect our great nation.
Back to our regularly scheduled program…
There was yet another guy from Tinder a couple of weeks back that I was starting to get really into, but as usual, nothing of substance ever materialized from it.
Chester and I first matched in early October and messaged extensively through Tinder for several days before moving on to texting, which is the natural course of these things. I thought he was really cute and I liked his conversation so I decided to give it a go. We met up for drinks one night and clicked and spent the night together. He left my house the next morning and I knew it was a crapshoot as to whether I’d hear from him again, but he maintained contact and seemed to like me. We spent a couple more nights together over the next week. But after the third time I could sense the change. He wasn’t as communicative. I knew his interest was waning for whatever reason. But then when I asked if he wanted to hang out at some point in the upcoming week, he said he did. But then days later he told me he would be too busy that week and it’d have to wait until the next week. Right. I knew what that meant: he’s seeking greener pastures.
But the funny thing about it was, even though he was clearly blowing me off, he would still initiate contact just to shoot the breeze some mornings. It was kind of weird. Just for kicks, nearer the end of his alleged “too busy to hang out” week, I asked about the NEXT week. He said it’d depend on how late he had to work that Monday. Er…okay…whatever that means. Never heard from him that week. I had major stuff going on at work so I wasn’t really focused on him or anyone else anyway. I did send him a text I think that Wednesday night (the one before last) telling him he wasn’t very nice. He answered the next day and said that he’s been really busy, and as I had probably guessed, talking to somebody. I told him that’s fine because I have as well…on both counts.
And that was that. Haven’t spoken to him since and don’t intend to. He was really good looking and we had a good time, and I was starting to really like him, but I’m over it. It is what it is. I don’t even care enough at this point to try to even contemplate what went wrong. Whatever.
And I have been talking to someone else. This guy, Robbie, I met also through none other than Tinder. We matched a while back though. I wanna say like maybe mid-September. We progressed to texting as well but I was never really sure about him because he had a bit of a sleazy, sex-hound vibe about him but then it seemed like he was actually interested in really dating as well at the same time. We texted for a week or so then it fell off around the time I started talking to Chester. We were supposed to meet for lunch or dinner one Friday but he didn’t reach out to me and I didn’t reach out to him since I was more focused on Chester, so it didn’t happen. Naturally, once Chester and I seemed to be on the outs I started paying more attention to Robbie again. And then I started realizing that I actually like Robbie. He is a bit of a pervert but at the same time our conversations aren’t always sexually focused. We’re in the same profession, which I always like, he seems decently intelligent, he’s good looking, and I like talking to him.
BUT…I haven’t met him. We had tentative plans to hang out on Halloween but when I asked him that day he said he’d be too busy and canceled. In his defense, he did have a lot going on at work and he has a significant hockey tryout coming up that he’s really excited about so I know he’s been focused on that. And our work schedules have been conflicting somewhat. But still, it kind of unnerves me that he hasn’t made more of an effort to try and meet me.
Even still, we seem to click really well. We text throughout the day every day and it kind of “feels” like we’re dating, but clearly nothing can be real until we meet. I do kind of like this kid though. I’m no fool and am still entertaining Tinder guys somewhat and talking to other people here and there…but Robbie is my front runner. We just need to meet in person and see if we click there as well. In person is what counts.
And finally…the JP saga continues. So, he texted me that one time in the middle of the night and then seemed to be ignoring my texts and calls after that. I finally got a reply back from him about a week and a half later…he said he’d been flying a lot and on vacation. With LMDP of course. I bit the bullet and asked him why he really hit me up but in lieu of answering the question he deflected by remarking on his “loving relationship” and the loyalty he has to his girlfriend, which had nothing to do with what I had asked.
I got annoyed with that whole devoted boyfriend act and basically just told him everything I think: He might be content, but he’s not happy. If he were happy, he wouldn’t feel the need to reach out to a girl he’s never met in the middle of the night. He’s too nice of a guy to ever break up with LMDP for no real cause but it’s clear that he knows he bet on the wrong pony. I continued on a course of conversation along those lines, being completely honest with my assessment of this situation, and of his retarded girlfriend (for instance, how every activity of theirs must apparently be documented with dozens of pictures for Facebook purposes) but he clammed up and would only respond with terse acknowledgements (“Ok“) and/or stupid emoticons. I told him she may be good looking and maybe even fun, but it’s obvious that something is missing and it’s ultimately unsatisfying. I had a lot to say. But it all seemed to be falling on deaf ears so I finally just wished him well.
I didn’t break contact with him for good though, admittedly. I continued to send him random texts here and there over the ensuing weeks. Just to say I was thinking about him and hoped he was being safe in the sky. I sent him some pictures from a photo shoot I did, which he acknowledged positively. But that’s really the only time he responded to me. Otherwise he ignored me.
So imagine my surprise when I wake up Halloween morning to a Facebook message from him. I’m going away to Jamaica this weekend and I had told him about it previously. He was asking me how the trip is but he was clearly confused because I hadn’t gone yet. I told him so, but mentioned that it was funny he asked because I dreamed about it the night before. “It” meaning the trip. He thought I meant I dreamed about him because he asked what he was doing in the dream, and if he was “being manly” and protecting me somehow. He said he had a layover at an airport not too far from me two nights before and should’ve texted me. (Interesting, being as during our last conversation when I was telling him how ridiculous I think his relationship is and once again proposed that we meet, he declined due to his spectacular relationship. Hmm…) His birthday is 4 days before mine (which is coming up) so I asked what he was doing and he said going to Ireland. And then he told me to send him some bikini pics from my trip. Really?
I was undecided about whether or not I was going to wish him a happy birthday, but I relented and did. He didn’t answer. Jackass.