I met Joe online. I
didn’t really think he’d be interested in me because I was 8 years older than
him. His profile seemed fun and happy
and I liked that he said he played league volleyball. Really, I just wanted to chat about volleyball. So I sent him a message asking where he
played.
He responded and told me he played indoor at his gym from
time to time. OK, so he wasn’t a serious
baller, but he responded. We chatted
sporadically over the next few weeks, while I was recuperating from knee
surgery. Eventually suggested we
meet. He said he wanted to talk on the phone
before we met because he could eliminate a lot of bad matches that way. My personal take on that is that I don’t like
to get too invested in a relationship before I meet. Ok, whatever, I’ll talk to you first if that
makes you happy.
We talked twice on the phone and made plans to meet. He kept calling it our first date. I
explained that it wasn’t a date so much as a “meet” to get to know each
other. Semantics.
We agreed to meet at a local pub. He asked what I was planning to wear. I found that odd since I’ve never had a man
ask or care how I was going to look. He proceeded
to tell me about the shopping he had done that day and how he wanted to
dress a little nicer than the casual
style I had suggested…since it was our first impression.
So we meet. He looks
like his pictures and that’s a good thing.
He assesses me and laughs because I look just like my pictures. Then he proceeds to take my phone off my hip
holster and puts it on the bar top. He
says, “if we’re going to be together, you can’t have a phone on your hip. It’s unattractive and my friends will bust my
chops over this.” I let it slide, but
inform him later that this is how I roll and that it is he who will have to
deal with it. A few minutes later, he
starts telling a story and criticizes how I rest my chin on my hand to
listen. Later, he starts picking on the
fact that I bite my nails and tells me he’ll help me stop. Sorry, this is a lifelong habit, and I don’t
think it’s going to change at this point.
After our second beer, he suggests we change up the venue
and asks what I want to do. I tell him I’m
doing what I want…getting to know him in a comfortable environment where we can
hear each other. Out of the blue, he
suggests we go back to my house and have another drink there. I laugh and say, ‘Ummm, that’s NOT going to
happen tonight.” Without missing a beat,
he asks where I want to go. I suggest
the other bar he had originally wanted to go to so we could hear some live
music. He agrees and pays the bill. He walks me to the parking lot and says he’ll
follow me there.
I see his car waiting. I go ahead. I turn in to the lot and
he doesn’t. He must have missed the
turn. I park and wait. And wait. Then I call.
No answer. Then it hits me that
something is not right. I txt him and
ask, “Um, did you just blow me off?” He
responds…
+Joe: At 50, either things arr e
gonna happen or not. Wasn't feeling they were. 10:40 PM
Me: No problem, thx for responding 10:42
PM
Me: Because I didn't want to take
you home the night I met you? 10:45 PM
+Joe: Kinda. Ur a completely cool
chica. 10:46 PM
+Joe: Some things just happen 10:47
PM
Me: I know, but what you just did
was major uncool 10:47 PM
+Joe: What...so ur butt-hurt? Honey
make it happen or join the rest. 10:51 PM
Me: thx for the drinks 10:52 PM
+Joe: De nada 10:52 PM
Me: Happy to join the ranks of the
gals that didn't just put out. Your loss. Sorry you wasted both of our Sat
nights hoping for an easy lay. But mostly, sending me to another bar alone was
wrong. 11:03 PM
+Joe: Wanna come over baby? 11:09 PM
Me: Not now that you've shown your
true colors. 11:10 PM
+Joe: ? 11:15 PM
Me: You are an asshole looking for a
quick lay. You say you want a long term relationship, but aren't willing to put
in more than 2 hours and 2 beers to find it. Good luck to you. I'm sure you'll
find a perfect match some day with a gal with no substance. I'm far from a
prude, but it never happens the first night if I want to see you again. You're
revealed yourself as an asshole who would send a nice person on a would goose
chase rather Than being honest.don't bother contacting me again. 11:21 PM
+Joe: Doosh 1:36 AM
Think I know now why he wanted to
call it a date rather than a meet.
Call me old fashioned, but I’m still
surprised by this.
