Yeah yeah, I know, get a blog. Fuck it, this is my blog. Get over it.
I’m really not interested in relationships right now. Love means little to me. I can take or leave sex. And seriously, I’m enjoying the single life like never before.
But my short-term mission is to go on lots of dates. As many as I can get, whatever it takes to get them. My mission: Date the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly in mass quantities. I even have a kind of standing deal with a friend – For every date that I don’t go on, I have to send her a certain amount of money, and she’ll match it and send the total to the NRA. (She’s as leftist as I am.)
So I’ve been doing some kind of crazy shit, taking chances that I wouldn’t normally take. It’s almost like I’m daring women to slap my face, just to put myself out there more. And it’s been working. I’ve been getting a lot of dates. The Bad aplenty, and more than my fair share of The Ugly.
But out of this came an unintended consequence – I accidentally met The Good.
I met an amazing, beautiful, smart, kind, educated, articulate, wonderful woman. It was weird, the morning after we met, I knew that it was a relationship already. She knew it too. We e-mailed each other every day, and things grew more intense. On our second date, things grew even deeper. We were at a stage that most couples don’t get to in ten years, if ever. The e-mails grew more frequent, and the deep emotional sharing got to a level that I’ve only experienced once before.
We decided to make a date for Columbus Day, but then we decided we couldn’t last that long. We both moved heaven and earth to get together before then. The next few days were a heady mixture of incredible contentment and hellish impatience. We were both counting down the hours until we could see each other again.
Finally we met for lunch together yesterday. It was incredible. We spent a little too long together, and both of us almost missed our meetings. When we said goodbye, some passing stranger told us to get a room.
I eagerly awaited her next e-mail. I finally got it last night. She told me that I awakened such attraction in her, and so much connection, that she came to a sorry and ironic realization: She’s not ready to date yet. She’s still getting over her last relationship. She never knew that while she was going out with a bunch of her own personal Bad and Ugly people.
Wow. What a kick in the stomach. I aroused such passion in her that I made her realize that she’s not ready for such passion yet.
In the end, I’m going to be less sad that I lost her than happy that I had the opportunity to meet her at all. I’m really very lucky.
But I’m having a really bad morning.