What did I do this time? Well, I stupidly mentioned the existence of this blog to a guy that I’m interested in (it just so happens to be band dude from job #2) and now I worry how that will impact your reading enjoyment and my dating life if he happens to find this blog. I think I should rename this blog, “I Did Something Stupid” because it seems to be the recurring theme of my life. Now I feel the sudden urge to relocate to a real city. So, thank you eHarmony for further confusing my life and making it more awkward than it already is. But, what if? Then, that leads me to think of potential awkwardness and realize that I can’t really think of him in that way. I suppose the plus side is that he is a great guy and an attorney to boot, sooooo perhaps that could help out with my yacht quest? The down side is that he’s MY FRIEND and we used to work together, and that is just, well, kind of weird! Naturally, I emailed him though the site, LOLed my ass off and was like, “HAHA! Isn’t this so funny?” But, now, I can’t help but wonder, well, what if he is interested? No, that’s just silly. And in this pool of candidates, they somehow managed to find someone I KNOW in that seemingly massive radius. Both statements are supported by just one piece of heeee-lariously funny evidence – Today, eHarmony matched and introduced me to one of my friends! Since joining the service, eHarmony has forwarded the profiles of strange single men from up to 50 miles away including towns I’ve never heard of. This evidence also supports my realization that it’s not me, but rather, this city is to blame for the fact that it’s just ridiculously hard to find a decent date here. I suspect that the influx of tourists must skew population counts or something. If you overlook the big monuments, and the relatively expansive geographic city limits, DC could be my hometown where everyone knows everyone else. So, today I stumbled upon more compelling evidence for my argument that “DC is really just a small town masked as a big bad capital city”. It’s at least worth a shot before I have to become a lesbian. Something – anything must be better than DC. I hear Texas is densely populated and that people actually have manners there. Both of these revelations lead me to one conclusion: I am moving. That’s two days in a row of being matched with people I know. Additionally, I am also once again entertained that I was matched with yet another person that I already know from eHarmony today. Why can’t people mean what they say and say what they mean? Until then, I am just throwing my hands up in frustration. I am tired of trying to figure people out. Honestly, it would help me a lot if I was psychic. Yeah, I’m sorry that you’re horribly rude, too. A few minutes later, I received a “sorry about that” text. While we were talking after my shift at job #2, a couple of very cute girls approached him and he proceeded to completely ignore me before just leaving without saying another word. Shortly after, Band Boy showed his true colors. Well, once again Mom, you are right, damn it. One thing my mother did teach me when I was younger is that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. The whole thing seemed, well, too good to be true. He called a few days later and we talked (I happen to hate the phone and actually talking on it, but managed 30 minutes!) He made tentative plans to visit me at job #2 when I was working. We even did lunch the next day and it all looked so rosey and had so much potential. Anyway, I thought we had a great time and were up that night chatting until 5am. I can’t remember the last time I was stalked. It seemed like he was genuinely interested. He texted me that night and we met up a little later. I thought it was a really good sign that he went to my job #2 when I wasn’t working and begged my phone number off my manager. I was really excited about meeting the Band Boy at job #2. I'm not normally such a Debbie Downer, but I suppose I've reached my breaking point and am just exhausted.
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