Continuing on the dating train … I had a late date scheduled for a Thursday night. I had a rough day at work and had a gym workout to suffer through, then I was really not even feeling like making it out. But guess what? I did. (Take note: LITERALLY ALL MEN.)
We went to a cute little Mexican place … and this date was a few minutes late too (had this date in the same week as the insta-ghoster so I was still annoyed over that). He arrives and he’s cute, he’s tall, he’s fit … we like what we see so far. We got margaritas (which happened to be hella strong) and were chatting and laughing, talking about family and careers and interests, no awkward pauses, no huge dealbreakers, overall a good time. We ended up closing the place down and he walked me to my car. We go in for a kiss and it’s a little awkward at first (many first date kisses are, right?) but gets better and better as we continue.
Overall, a solid first date, I think to myself. I text him to thank him for the date and say I had a great time and I’d love to see him again if he’s interested. He texts back and says he also enjoyed himself and asked if I was around the following weekend. Ends up saying we’ll plan to do something on Sunday or Monday “definitely.”
Then: Friday crickets. Saturday crickets. Sunday crickets.
Checked back in with a casual “Hey how was your weekend?” we exchange some additional texts on random bullshit like TV shows and whatnot. But no follow-up ask for a date.
Things that go through my head: Why would you set specific expectations with no intention of following through? What could I have possibly done in the few days of no talking to offend you? Do I give up? What am I doing wrong? What is wrong with you? I’m a goddamn catch.
Le sigh. Dating is exhausting, where’s Mr. Right already? Or at least Mr. Suggests-a-Second-Date-and-Follows-Through since I can’t even make it around to date 2 nowadays.
Until next time …