Third try.
I dated a woman back in June. Really liked her. We had a followup date (drink after work) that she had to cut short. She said she’d make it up to me, and I asked how. I would have settled for a meaningful kiss but she said we’d have a great date the following week. OK, cool!
I know she’s busy but even then, remembering the ex, I thought, ‘If it’s important, you’ll make time; if it isn’t, you’ll make excuses.’
She put the ball in her own court. She’s supposedly planning this date where she’s going to pay for everything, drive, etc. I didn’t call/email/text her because I figured when she had time, she’d let me know the plans. And I knew, from before we even had the initial date, that she had the following three weekends gone from extant plans (being out of town either for church or business).
In retrospect, maybe I should have dropped her a line in the intervening days, but even on the date, I didn’t think she was as into me as I was into her. And of course life intervenes. Other BS cropped up, but I honestly think I made my interest evident on the first date.
Since then whenever we communicated, I never mentioned the rain check date. Yet she always brings it up in one form or another. Tonight I realized that she’s already ruled it out for this week, which means even if we were to go out next week*, six weeks will have passed since I’ve seen her. To be completely honest, much as I like her, I gave up on her right around the 4th of July. Still, this little social scientist in me wants to know if she’ll be saying, in October, “Next week for sure!”
Damn, I really liked her, too. But unless something happens this week, that 1% chance is gone.
I don’t get it. She doesn’t want to stop bringing up the charade that says we’re going to go out again.
It’s a helluva lot more complicated than this. I’m on my third draft here. That means 1) I wrote this three times, and 2) I’m on my third beer.
I’m working on this scenario that goes something like this:
Her: Let’s get together next week.
Me: That’s not going to happen.
[Misdirection where she thinks I mean she’s not going to fulfill her promise again]
Me: No, I mean that I don’t want to go out with you any more. Maybe a month ago I would have been happy. But I mean, is there a point to seeing someone who only has time for me every six or eight weeks?
*I wouldn’t say it to her, but I know: she could call and ask me to come over and fuck her brains out, and I wouldn’t go. A circuit breaker has tripped in my brain and there’s no resetting it.
Great title: Mundane Pointless Stuff I Must Share. I wonder what other dopers will post…what tells you that you have crossed a point of no return?