Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched
Over the course of my life, I’ve met of few men who consider themselves hopeless romantic.
It can be a cute thing at first – the sweet words, the fantasies of what the future may hold, the cuddling. But what do you do when reality hits? I’m a practical person. It's nice to dream, but at the end of the day I have to look at what is realistic.
This brings me to my recent hopeless romantic.
From the initial assessment, he had it going on. Great body. Handsome face. Nice conversation. Banter back and forth. Then the switch happened. His conversation went from "I enjoy talking to you" to "I’m going to talk to you only and you are now my girlfriend." Now this is what people want, right? Complete loyalty.
But this was day 2 and we had not yet met in person.
It was too much too fast, but I continued on, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
By day 4 - he thought I was ignoring him because I had missed a few of his calls during work and hadn’t texted back in a few hours. I told him that he needs to chill out, because I was busy at work, but I'll call him afterwards.
Our discussion went a little like this:
First, the normal boring stuff. How was your day? What's for dinner? What are you up to tonight?
After some time, I told him that I was going to have to let him go soon because my brother was picking me up in a few minutes. We were headed to celebrate my sister's birthday. He didn't believe me and thought that I was going out on a date with someone else (which by the way would have been totally fine, because I was NOT his girlfriend).
There was nothing I could do to change his mind. He even asked if he called me that evening, would I pick up the phone? I told him that I would not, mainly because we are doing an escape room and it's just not possible. He didn't like this at all. At the end of the evening I checked my phone. He had in fact called me -- twice. Jealous much?
It was time to throw this one back in the sea.
My biggest pet peeve is ghosting. So, I let him know it wasn’t going to work and by his reaction, you would have thought I had killed his mother. The name calling ensued and the attack of my past, present, and future suitors started.
I get it. Rejection sucks. It’s the unfortunate part of dating. Name calling? It should never be your go to.
I was also told that I was a loser and good luck finding another guy like him who has never been married and doesn’t have kids, because after all he was the ultimate catch...promptly followed by a shirtless picture of himself holding a fanned out wad of cash.
I guess this was supposed to make me regret my decision? Not a chance.
This is why you’re single:
- You feel your body is all you need to catch a significant other…
- You call people derogatory names…
- You feel the relationship is further along than it actually is…
I don’t know about you, but I enjoy dating. You learn a lot about yourself and what you’ll put up with and what you won't.
The saga continues...