Oh, the joys of dating.
As you know I was set up on a kick ass date by my brother-in-laws. That one family blind dinner date turned into a few more dates which all went well. While we were on our dates there were some glaring issues…
Please note before you see the below list this guy is really handsome, mostly has his shit together and, for the most part, is fun to hang out with.
I love sports. He HATES sports. Like truly doesn’t give a shit about them.
He LOVES comics. He has Batman hand towels in his bathroom.
I’m not a fan of Halloween. He has a costume closet for Halloween and just random parties. (Did I mention he’s 37?) Seriously, I mentioned that maybe the costumes should go in a storage bin in his garage and he said “what if people want to put them on at parties?” OMG.
I’m a planner. He liked to text the morning he would want to hang out to see if I was available.
These things are not deal breakers, but definitely something to consider.
Between our 3rd date and Thanksgiving there was a lot going on. He moved apartments, got sick, had family in town and had to go to a wedding. So, there were 2 full weeks for the fun to fade… and did it ever!
After Thanksgiving we went on a super awkward date that was followed by this text exchange a week later:
Me: Quick q for you… did I say or do something wrong? Just confused how we went from making out to awkward silence so fast. Sorry this is over text – wanted to say something the other night, but wasn’t sure what to say.
Him: I know. I feel bad too (um, wait? When did I say I felt bad??). I think I just didn’t feel like there was a future there and it would be worse for something frivolous to happen. I didn’t want to be the guy that fucked the girl and didn’t call her back. It’s difficult to communicate that. I apologize.
Me: Next time you should just say something. The slow fade out was much more of a dick move.
Me: And here I was just assuming I give the worst head ever.
Him: I didn’t mean for you to think that.
Me: Ok. Wow. Well, friends it is then. Ps. That last response just made me feel even worse. (Yes, now I’m being a little over dramatic. OH WELL.)
Him: Ah, worst communicator ever. Great head, different head space. (A few weeks later I can see the humor in this comment. At the time it just pissed me off more.)
And that, my friends, is that. I guess I have to look at this one as a win… at least he didn’t cheat on me with his ex-fiance and ex-girlfriend!