After a long (and maybe much needed) hiatus, I'm back. Yes, the singleista who's ready to get nervous around anyone I find attractive or have anxiety attacks when he says he'll text. Yes the one who abandoned the blog and was going to give up. It's sweet some of you may have wondered if I found the "one." Unfortunately no. There have been a few misadventures. Where do I begin?
There was the quasi match guy. Met him on match.com. Met for drinks one evening and the next weekend ventured out (with my google map bff) to Fulshear to see him. For the most part, I'm still new to the dating world being over 40 so there's a term or two I'm getting familiar with. "Hang out" is one. Then came "the" text the following morning. I'm wonderful and a good time was had but I wasn't the "quasi match." Seriously! What a fancy term! I then accidentally dialed his number. That's why I usually either block his number or delete it altogether.
There was a bumble date or two. You know the latest dating app - Bumble. Where the women make the first move - and in most of my cases, the only move. Spent my New Years Eve and day with a bumble date. We talked for hours on New Years Eve and in a moment of weakness, I got in my car and drove to Cypress. This man, whom I hadn't met yet, rescued me from the fog. Had to be a decent guy right? I learned how to hold a glock and shoot one. Spent most of New Years day but in the end, never heard from him. Met another Bumble date at my favorite local wine lounge. Text book kind of date in my book. Then there it was. On a park bench, Mr. Handsy appeared. What happened to the simple conversation or good night kiss? Another one date wonder.
I tried the long distance thing. Prime example of person doesn't look like they sound. Great banter over the phone. Met in person and total let down. Again what is it with Mr. Handsy and that three letter word (s-e-x)?
Decided to quit the Tinder app. I don't care if someone's sister met her husband from it - bets are the marriage will not last. Then it happened.
And yes I should be slapped. I saw him on Bumble. A past Tinder date that showed up on Match then Bumble. The one who couldn't seem to go away.
After about the third time I saw his picture on Bumble, I decided to reach out - again. If it didn't work from Tinder and Match, why did I think it would work third time. Third time's a charm right? It had to be a sign. Sitting in my car before yoga I hit send with a text. I would be no worse off than before if no response. He replied - positively. Again, I thought a sign. I won't bore you with the details, just to say in the end those red flags my heart so wanted to overlook were not so for my brain. His last text blamed me for some of the demise of the relationship this time. While I could take partial blame, he was not totally blameless.
So what do I do now? Yes I know he's not the only one. I suppose while I am trying to live my life another one will be along any minute.. I still get giddy when I see the fireman at the store. I've though of taking myself out. Or redo the happy hour Steve Harvey style - and this time sit a table not the bar.
All the while, still dating and afraid. What will 2020 bring?
Christina