I’m sorry I haven’t written in a bit. I’ve been so busy going out with all these amazing guys, that I haven’t really had the time to write about them. One of those sentences is a lie. Okay, okay, they’re both lies.
Today’s entry won’t have a cohesive theme. Just a couple teensy tales to get you caught up to speed.
First of all, I went out a couple times with Polo Shirt. Polo Shirt is a really, really, really super sweet guy who I simply had nothing in common with. Our first date was at a bar near my house. I had been day drinking at various locations before we met up, so I was ON. I thought we hit it off pretty well. When he got up to go to the bathroom, these hot guys at the table next to ours asked me “what date is this?” (to which I [still proud of this] responded, “first. how about you guys?”) They told me I was doing well (which I knew), but kinda shook their heads like I should end it right then and there. I agreed to go out with Polo Shirt again. He was definitely dorky and a little socially awkward, but I’m trying to stop being so critical. For our next date, we went and saw Horrible Bosses, which was sort of an issue to begin with. There were a lot of movies out that I wanted to see, and his choices were Bridesmaids (which I’d already seen twice) and Horrible Bosses which i didn’t really care to see. His problem is that he doesn’t watch TV or go to the movies (like ever) so we have just about zero in common. Anyway, that date was kinda bad. Mostly because apparently we talked too much the first date and had nothing left to say to each other.
I must preface what happened next with my own dorky story. On our first date, I told him that growing up, I had an obsession with Sweet Valley High. This is honestly something I typically try not to bring up, but whatever. So he texted me, “Have you read this one?” and attached this photo. I had already decided that I wasn’t going to go out on a third date with this guy, but this was so unbelievably thoughtful and cute (I mean, I honestly hadn’t even remembered that I told him about my SVH obsession until the moment I received that text). I told him I was busy through next Tuesday night, to which he immediately responds with a new cover replacing ‘this weekend’ with ‘on Wednesday.’ I realized that what was happening is what always happens – he was falling instantly in love with me. 🙂 So I told him I didn’t think we were right for each other. I’ve caught so much flack for this by my friends and co-workers, but really I know it was the right decision. Also, he wore a polo shirt tucked in to his highwaters both times we went out. There’s Dork That Can Be Reined In and Dork That Cannot. Polo Shirt was the latter. Rewarding a thoughtful gesture, despite a certainty that it would never go anywhere, is just prolonging the cruelty.
After breaking that heart, I moved on to the next schmoe [who flows, he nose dove and sold nada, so the soap opera is told it unfolds, I suppose it’s old partner but the beat goes on da da dum da dum.] But you know, this is no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer. This is my life. The Redundant Rejector is the #2 in this story.
The Redundant Rejector is also from Match. He messaged me a couple weeks ago with some generic message that bored me. His profile bored me. He was also outside of my (very liberal) age criteria. So I didn’t respond. Over the weekend this douchebag messages me again, in an email so dickish, I have to just post it so you can read it verbatim.
Seriously? I’m being rejected by someone I already rejected. Not only that, but it kinda sounds like he’s still trying to impress me in his rejection. And really, that’s just an asshole move to intentionally tell someone you’re not interested when you already know that they’re not interested. DICK! I’m debating writing him a nastygram back telling him that (but I have already reached my minimum email quota for the month so I’m not sure). What do you guys think?
I also got rejected very politely by another young man who seemed decent enough. It was because I was two inches taller than his maximum preferred height of a partner (even though I’m still shorter than him). This made me kinda sad because we were otherwise a pretty solid match. I just keep telling myself that I’ve rejected plenty of guys based on two inches before. But height? I mean, that really shouldn’t matter. Ba dum bum.
My six months on Match.com is over in two weeks. And unless I meet my soulmate in the next two weeks, I’m in for another six-months for free.