I’ve been on bad dates, gone thru bad relationships, and have placed myself into poor dating situations; however, I don’t recall the last time I’ve been stood up on a date. Last night was a very frustrating reminder of what that meant. While movies often show some love-struck soul, waiting at a restaurant for their date to appear; I would like to believe this situation happens less frequently in real life. In today’s age of being able to “check-in” from space, how hard is it for someone to send the message, “I won’t be able to make it”? The answer, not very hard!
So last night’s date was pure befuddlement.
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I was going to hang out at my bar. The same bar where my adventures in alcohol had begun many years ago. I promised myself only a few drinks, make an attempt to meet someone new, and enjoy myself. Otherwise it was going to be another lonely Saturday night with my regular date, pints of beer.
I struck a conversation with other women who came to the bar. None of them were particularly special or was a person I had a particular interest. Somehow, I was on a roll this night, I’ve collected a number or two, but never understood what I did to grab their attention. I can’t quite remember what I did, but my confidence level was thru the roof. It wasn’t soon after I got my second number that she approached the bar for a drink. A glass of wine, it was red. I noticed her earlier in the evening when she entered with what I assumed was her boyfriend. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
I ended my post about Indecisive Girl ominously. I was sure I would see her again, and I did. When I first talked about her, many of the comments from the readers were spot on. I was attracted to her because she was unattainable. I was willing to take the abuse she would hand out at the hope it would turn into a relationship.
By the time I had written the post, I was well over her, although there was an outside hope that she would realize how great of a guy I was. There’s only so much torture a guy can go through before he gets the message and moves on. I had been through enough. The problem is she’s a part of a larger group of friends who I usually hangout during New Years. I didn’t want to ignore my friends because of what ever issues we were having. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
With today being New Year’s Eve, I’m reminded of my continuous New Year’s dating story. It starts well before New Years, during football season several years ago. I was at a sports bar in midtown and met a group of people, all from Boston who lives in NYC. It was comprised of two girls, both roommates, one guy. We engaged in conversation and one of the girls (Indecisive Girl) demonstrated her interest. The other girl was taken by a foreign guy. I couldn’t quite figure out the dynamics here, there was something weird abut this group. Shortly everything became clear. The guy and the girl with the foreign guy were related and the guy was Indecisive Girls’s ex-boyfriend. Oy. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
This story was originally written as a guest post on Simone Grant’s blog Sex, Lies, and Dating. I’ve featured Simone on my blog before and is one of my favorite singles bloggers and I highly recommend reading her blog. I’m going to be making some references to Dog Lady in future posts and decided to retell the story for future references. This post has been edited from its original format.
This story begins at my favorite bar where I choose to enjoy an afterwork, happy hour drink. When I arrived, I sat close to an attractive woman in an Bollywood styled outfit. Moments later we were discussing our jobs, life and pets. She made it clear her love for her dog and began to confide other personal information. She was a widow of 10 years and had been asked to marry an additional eight times. Each man was turned down and the engagement rings were kept. She joked she could make a display of the 9 rings; she never did. Despite the bright red flags and warning signs, I obtained her number and watched her leave the bar, thinking I would see her in a day or two. I wasn’t ready for what would happen next. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
You lose points when when you’re late for a first date. During the date you’re responsible for making amends for being tardy. Squeak Law did not do this at all. This possible B-Lister (she looked cute in her photo’s, worked as a lawyer, and a strong independent woman) quickly tumbled to a C even before the date began. She was 20 minutes late. She did prevent a walk out when she texted an apology and that she was her way, 13 minutes past the scheduled dating time. When the postponed date began, she didn’t offer any significant reason for being late. She didn’t mention it until I asked her “so how was your day?” and received a “busy and that’s why I’m late,” response. I should have gotten a story, something exciting (like the mafia was holding her hostage but only released her because she was going out with me), something that would have given me some indication of her character. I got nothin’. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
From the title alone, you should gather this dating story ends in a ball of flames and despair. There were plenty of red flags, warnings and hints that maybe this person isn’t suited for dating. I should have stopped and cut what ever losses short. Had I done that I would not have this wonderful story to share with you. Consider yourself the beneficiary of my misery! [Read The Rest Of This Entry]