Yep, we’re stacking them in. Well, WERE.
I had a date with Bach #4 on Saturday at 4:30. At 4:15 I was drunk at the pool with girlfriends. They very politely sent him a text to tell him I was snowed in and not going to make it, but then invited him to the pool. Because everyone wants to meet a potential for the first time whilst in her bikini.
I remember him getting there, he chatted it up with the other guy at the pool, he was a little too touchy-feely and then my friend called me a cab and sent me home. Poor Bach #4.
We set up a date for later this week so I can actually assess the situation while sober.
Bach #5 was another one I let slide when Non-Mush was happening. We had never met up, but I had enjoyed our convos up until then and he seemed to have a good sense of humor. We set up a patio sitting date for Sunday afternoon and he picked the place – a few miles from his house. And the patio actually sucked. And so did the coffee.
I called him once I got in my car to tell him that my GPS told me it was going to take FORTY-THREE minutes to get there so I was gonna be a little late. He didn’t pick up on my emphasis that it was going to take me FORTY-THREE minutes to meet this kid for stinking coffee.
That plus my hangover and by the time I got there I was already checked out. We talked, it wasn’t horrible, but there was a bit of dead air and staring. Then he would tell me I was pretty and he was having a good time.
Even though it had taken me FORTY-THREE minutes to get there, I was ready to leave. I like short dates, but he was content to stare at a stranger all day. Two hours later, we finally left.
He asked me out again and I said yes and that maybe he could come to my hood next time and let him know that was bad first date etiquette. After writing this I’m not too sure why I said yes.
This was the date when I realized it’s just not fun anymore. I want to be nervous and excited for dates, not filled with dread and view them as a waste of time. I’m being super nitpicky and not even giving these poor guys a chance.
So, I have a few more I’m talking to. If I decide I WANT to go out with them I’ll go, if I decide I’m just using them as means to an end, I won’t waste either of our time.
I’m going to have a beautiful summer and if there are men in it, cool, if not, cool. I have much better things to do with my time!