My single
gal pals and I are noticing a new trend in dating men in 2016. Anyone we have spoken to that has actually
gotten to the point of wanting to meet, has been eager and excited to
meet. However, actually coordinating the
time to meet up with these men has been exhausting. And short lived.
I myself
have limited free time after work, but I do have a few hours here and there
through the work week for a 30-45 minute short meet and greet. I also have weekends. This short time frame usually suffices as a
first meeting, as you can tell if there’s any attraction or connection fairly quickly.
Unfortunately,
these men are so busy that they can’t even manage to find 45 minutes in 4 weeks
to meet up. The texting continues, the
messaging, sometimes they even pick up the phone and make the call, but meeting
in person seems to be almost impossible.
I realize that they are juggling several available women and some women are
more interesting, but isn’t it better to meet up and cross people off the
potentials list?
Meet, you click
or you don’t, go your separate ways and then either move onto the next
candidate or decide to book a 1st real date with that person.
I was texting
with someone for about 4 weeks. He kept
trying to meet me but things kept getting in the way: kids, working overtime, shopping, and other
life events. Finally, he picked a day,
with 4 days notice and we booked a meeting at a coffee shop. I was waiting for the “I’m sorry, I can’t
make it” text. It didn’t happen. He told me he would be there at 4:45.
I arrived
at the place and waited. At 4:55 I
messaged him and said “are you here yet?”
He replied that he would be there in 5 minutes. Ok so now 4:45 turned into 5:05. When he finally arrived, he was disheveled
and in a whirlwind mess. He said he was rushing
and didn’t even have time to do his hair.
I was a bit confused because he knew about this “date” (first meeting)
ahead of time. We sat down and he did
not look like his photos at all. He was
super skinny, haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, and had the gaunt look
of a heavy drinker and the teeth of a man who hasn’t seen a dentist regularly,
if at all.
The most surprising part was that he became
a superhero right before my eyes!
Yes,
he was indeed Captain Obvious.
He
kept blurting out things like “Oh what’s that?! on your tongue?!” right in the
middle of my sentence (I have a tongue piercing).
He also
kept staring at my chest, which I could not figure out because I had on a sports
bra aka uni-boob, a high cut shirt, a scarf over my chest and my jacket. So Captain Obvious was obviously trying to
use his X-ray vision to see through my 4 layers of clothing.
At 5:12 he
noted the time and said he had to leave in 5 minutes to go to see his
parents. They were expecting him. Well, thank you Captain for saving me the
grief of cutting this 1st meeting short.
I was just about to make up some excuse why I had to leave. He beat me to it.
He was very
fidgety and nervous and kept asking if we could go out sometime. “Umm, sure, yeah, sounds good” is what I said
just to get myself the hell out of there. If I had said no, explaining my reasons why
not would’ve kept me there for a lot longer than a yes. Just
tell him what he wants to hear and get the hell out of Dodge!
I said I
needed to use the ladies room so that this toothless boozer dude wouldn’t try
and kiss me goodbye. As he bolted out of
there in his old beat up Grand Am, I hid beside the window to make sure he was
gone before I walked out.
Rush rush
rush! Go go go! Our meeting lasted a total
of 10 minutes but felt like a 2 hour root canal.
And, these
are some of the quality single men out there over the age of 44.
Welcome to my hell.
This one is dedicated to Tanya, Heather, Michelle and Pam. United we stand, united we laugh.
