So, my Desperate 8 Year Old finally texted me.
On Wednesday.
Three days after we were supposed to meet.
Sunday rolled around and, needless to say, I was not too pumped for our date.
However, he really came through for me. He never contacted me on Sunday. So, I joyously spent the afternoon doing laundry, cleaning, reading the final installment of the Fifty Shades trilogy (it really went down hill after the first book), and cooking this amazing soup.
I really thought his short term memory would make for an easy escape but, nonetheless, he reached out this evening.
I was just sitting on my porch, playing Sudoku, sipping on my Lambrusco (so classy, I know) when my phone pinged to let me know this guy was still thinking of me.
Here you go:
Him: How are you? What have you been doing?
Me: Why are you texting me?
Him: Was wondering when your (sic) free to hang out. This is "Desperate 8 Year Old" from "Free Online Dating Website Full of Lame-o's".
Me: I know who you are. I was free on Sunday when we had plans to meet.
Him: When? Where was that? I didn't have plans on Sunday.
Me: If you still have my number, you still have our conversation. Enlighten yourself.
Him: What were we supposed to do? If we were supposed to hang out, why didn't you remind me?
Me: Why would I? If you really wanted to meet me you would have followed through.
Him: Where? When? I have none of that.
Him: Likewise!
Me: I recommended that you pick a place and time. You said, "Ok. I will". You didn't. The ball was in your court.
Him: Oh! I was right. We had nothing planned. If we had plans to meet, their (sic) would have been a time and place.
Me: Ok. You're right. You win.
Him: So what are you up to this weekend?
I did not reply. Seriously?
Mr. ADHD, if you can't remember that we had a date planned for Sunday or that it was your job to schedule a place and time OR that you've emailed me TWICE before, then I am going to heed my original reaction to your advances and sever all ties.
One of my pet peeves is when people (potential romantical interest or friend) don't consider my time as important.
Just like Don't Leave Me Hangin',
I'm not a fan of people who just assume that I'm sitting there waiting with bated breath for them to let me know what we're going to do.
I know, I know, I could have contacted that person ahead of time to narrow down a time and place. I normally do that. Just like I did with "Don't Leave Me Hangin'". But, it's my general rule that if a guy wants to spend time with me, he'll make sure it happens...so I let him do the work in the beginning.
I was really struggling with this experiment after this weekend - what with the two failed dates that I said "yes" to. I mean, if I really was interested in a date, I'd be sure to follow through and know when and where we are meeting. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that this was just my initial red flags being reinforced. In the words of my awesome friend, I agreed to say "yes" to a date, not to say "yes" to being a doormat. So, I'm going forward with the belief that once I say "yes", no matter how bad I don't want to go on the date or how bad I really do want the date, I'm going to maintain my original expectations.
If someone wants to date me, then they need to put forth at least enough effort to schedule the damn date.
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