Yep.
A similar thing has happened to me on both of the last two weekends. Not on dates, just conversation I started at parties. Anyway, a long conversation, and then they tell me that they are unavailable. The second girl even stated: “If I tell people early that I have a boyfriend, then they often just leave, and that is no fun for me.”
Me, I work out my aggressions by lifting weights and listening to heavy metal really loud.
Was the meal tasty and wait staff friendly at least? I have a terrible dating track record as well so I try to at least think that I had a good meal with some conversation. Then I feel like an ass for thinking I had a shot at a series of dates much less a relationship. Then I finally go back to being happy with what I have instead of wanting to be happy with something I don’t. Yep, dating sucks.
Don’t give up. Sooner or later, you’ll find that special someone, marry them, and within a few years you will hate every quirk that attracted you to them in the first place so much you will dream of the days of being an angry loner.
Thanks but I am in no need of sympathy. I am having a blast. Sure most dates don’t work out but I am getting tons of dates, way more than I imagined I would when my marriage broke up. I’ve gotten laid plenty and had three “relationships” that lasted for six weeks or so. Not bad for my first year.
So someone I like doesn’t want to go out for a second dinner, or someone likes my wit over a few emails but stops communication after she sees my picture or someone ends up being more attached than she admitted at first? So fucking what. None of that compares to a fifteen year relationship/marriage breaking up. Shit, even that wasn’t that bad compared to most. I’m even going to see Lou Reed with my ex-wife in couple of days. You can either sit around and feel sorry for yourself and give up or consider it another funny dating story and keep on trying.
I agree with twickster that intellectual women have a tougher road than intellectual men but I would love to have a date where I wasn’t asked my astrological sign or be told about some homeopathic remedy that cured their shoulder pain.
msmith537 also makes a good point except he left out then you get divorced and end up missing all of those quirks.
Dude, I know you might not want to hear it, but don’t get hung up on that. Who knows what the real deal is? When you’re on the trigger end of that gun you’ll say a ton of friendly bullshit to try and help the other person save face. “I kinda met someone else a few weeks ago, I’m really sorry bye” can be way better than some of the alternatives. Last time I said that line it was really just a substitute for “Your giant tits in the picture managed to mask the fact that I could land a B-52 on one of your ass cheeks.” So who knows what her problem is. If she cut you loose with a supposed scheduling conflict, take it for the mercy killing it was, at least she liked you enough to lie.
I think you need to aim lower, hit an easy mark and get the scent of a woman on your sheets. Other babies can smell that, it’s like when the neighborhood dogs all have to whizz on the same tree and stuff. Once you get scented up your options will improve and girls start coming out of the woodwork to sniff around your tree.
Been there, done that, lost the t-shirt in the divorce.
Upon reflection (or the pale facsimile of it resulting from a night of heavy drinking and watching violently misogynistic movies) I’m mostly pissed off about how pissed off I get about the whole thing, which makes it rather a circular reference error in my embedded neurological code. These are all standard and minor irritations that go along with the dating gig, and yet it vexes me for days on end every time I get stood up, tossed over, shilled, taken for a ride, or otherwise deceived about the probability and genuine intent therein, not to mention the waste of time and effort. And in this particular case, over a woman for whom my interest was tepid at best, thus emphasizing my inability to cope with all things pertaining to dating and romantic relationships.
I just need to stick to the plan to avoid the whole business and die an early, highly stress death at my desk in the midst of computing a fiendishly difficult vector calculus problem.
Stranger
Hey fool, I still do owe you grub at some point. It’s killing the Indian in me.
Unfortunately my last single law school friend in the area got engaged or I’d try to set you up with some of them. Though I don’t think I could deliver on their niceness, they’re all allitigators (I kid, I kid).
I have washed my hands of dating entirely. Netflix is cheaper and more entertaining.
They only come out when you need one the least. Like a Snark.
I’d read a few R. Crumb comics.
Actually, I’d read the collection of Charles Bukowski’s short stories illustrated by R. Crumb, and then watch Trees Lounge.
Hey there…I’m in my mid-thirties, single (well, divorced), Unitarian (my congregation is geriatric as all hell too) and live in Texas too! Only difference is you’re female and I’m male…hey, wait a sec…
