Tuesday, 27 March 2012
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Love, Unrequited
Last night, for the second time since my annulment, I went on a first date.
[main picture is the outfit I wore]
Leading up to the date, I was less than nervous. Probably because he kept sending me text messages telling me how amazing I was and how much he was looking forward to getting to know me. A normal lady might find this considerate and thoughtful, but it mildly induced my gag reflex.
An hour before the date, however, my suitor redeemed himself by prank calling me. He kept a stoic voice and accused me of already being late before cracking up and saying he’d see me soon. It was admittedly weird, but had me blushing with playful delight.
When the time came, I went to our designated meeting place by the plants in front of Whole Foods and waited for him to arrive. That’s when I spotted him. Not my date – Back Alley Way Lover. Yes, my first first date in Austin had the gall to purchase whatever bananas, eggs, and contraception he needed smack in front of the place I was meeting my new date. Plain rude if you asked me.
Being the dodger that I am, I instantly dropped about 3 feet attempting to duck behind the most robust bunch of thyme. I don’t think it worked, but my date managed to arrive before BAWL finished checking out and we walked away faster than you can say “awkward confrontation.”
[when all else fails, hide behind small foliage]My first impression of new boy was: I should have worn flats. I know I had a lot to drink when we met, but could my depth perception have been that affected? Or had he possibly been wearing man heels? I mean we are not talking midget stature, but the man could use a lift.
About ten minutes into dinner, I had already decided things weren’t going to work out. He was a really nice guy, but just too outgoing and hyper. Look, buddy – that’s my job. There can only be one spotlight hog in a relationship, and it’s going to be the girl who blogs about her dates for attention.
That’s when he started rummaging in his pocket. “I almost forgot, I have something for you,” he said. “I couldn’t get you flowers because I knew we’d be walking around, but I know you like to cook so I got you these tomato seeds. Maybe you can give me one if you ever get around to planting them.”
[the actual tomato seeds. they can grow like our love.]Oh Lord, I thought. This letting him down thing is going to be much more difficult than I thought.
I spent the rest of dinner sitting on my hands to prevent him from reaching for one. I don’t think he read the body language correctly. He didn’t want to end the night and I felt like a bitch telling him I was ready to go home, so we went down the street for a drink and some live music.
“I’m really glad I’m on this date with you,” he confessed.
“Thank you.” I replied.
“Aren’t you supposed to be glad, too?” he said with a wounded face, tomato seeds in hand.
Well, fuck. I’ve been caught.
Apparently that didn’t matter because he brushed off my faux pas in stride and went to get us drinks. Meanwhile, I crafted my exit strategy. Potential text messages with a firm, yet gentle let-down swirled through my head. And then a brilliant idea came to me.
I will scare him off, I thought. I will hit him with everything I’ve got, he will no longer be interested, and I don’t even have to send a break up message. How am I so fucking smart?
[muahaha, you'll never want to date me now]Suddenly, I was excited for his return. I couldn’t wait to share my secrets and go back to doing more interesting things, like folding laundry. It was every first date’s nightmare: not only would I bring up my ex, I would bring up my ehusband.
I spilled the beans and waited. And then came the kicker.
Surprise! He was married before, too.
And now we’re bonding.
[they call that a backfire, folks.]Things just went from “he’s way too into me” to “he thinks the fates have brought us together,” and I am in hell. He was so proud of me for how strong and brave I was for having the guts to tell him. We actually had a really nice conversation about our respective breakups and subsequent depression, but there was just still no spark for me.
When he finally walked me home, he gave me a hug goodnight, marveling at what an amazing time he had. Then he pulled me in for hug round two, because much like me, round one was just so special.
How do I let this sweet boy down gently? He even got a haircut just for the date.
Much like his poor little heart will soon be, I am at a loss.
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Comments (15)
Tell him the truth. Don't sugarcoat it or stretch it out. The sooner he understands, the sooner he can move on.
Unless you want to string him along and keep him as plan B, which is rather unethical but happens often.
give him 6" platform boots as a gift and he can wear them immediately on your second date
or tell him that you're not interested as he sinks into a heartwrenching sad face
then feel guilty and plant the tomatoes. when they grow, make spaghetti and invite him over for dinner.
That guy is pretty much a sweetheart lol.. with issues.
same chick who wrote the gay best friend article. she seems a lot less like a bitch here.
"Poor little heart."
Lol. Girls...
You talk a lot of game. Asking advice makes you look like a pussy. My advice? If you think you're hard, annihilate him.
It's pronounced FOILAGE
Does this girl know Datingish is stealing her articles?
Just nicely tell him. It would be rude to either drag it out or avoid him.
Hmmmmm. I would definitely want this guy as a friend if I were you. Haha.
He's been married before right? Better hit him with the truth so he sees reality as it is, not how he would want it necessarily.
@daydreams_nightmares@xanga - just featuring! visit her site, she's hilarious www.ringfingertanline.com
@laurenp - I've seen her site, but does she know you're using her stuff?
If you don't come out and tell him the truth, You'll just hurt him more later on. Do it soon.
Sounds like a really awesome person. Maybe you should treat him like one, instead of like a pet you don't want.
Stop playing games and tell him straight up.
Poster sound kinda bitchy here - just sayin'