Why I’m Becoming a Hermit, Pt 3
Posted on | November 18, 2005 at 7:50 am | 6 Comments
The intrusive banners trumpeting the exciting breaking investigations from the local news continue to intrude on the popular network shows during Sweeps Month. From Wed night’s Lost:
I didn’t watch the advertised special report on teaching bachelors how to date, though I’m sure I could’ve used the advice. From the commercials, it appeared to be all about making a good first impression. They’d probably just tell me to do things like buy new clothes and brush your teeth.
I guess I need all the help I can get, as I was recently stood up for a date. Prepare yourself for the next installment of Why My Life Sucks.
I’m used to rejection, but I’ve never actually been stood up before. This happened two weeks ago – the date was supposed to be with a woman I met online through one of those matchmaking websites. We had struck up a correspondence through the site, and it sounded like we were compatible and had a lot in common. She was about the same age as me. However, unlike me, she had not posted her photograph. One thing lead to another, and we decided to meet F2F. I talked to her on the phone – we both have a hankering for decent Mexican food and decided to meet for dinner & drinks at a restaurant more or less halfway between us (she lives on the other side of town). I got there at the appointed time, maybe two minutes early. After 20 minutes I called her cell phone, got her voice mail, and left a message, but by that time I knew it was pointless. After 30 minutes I hit the bar at the restaurant and consoled myself with beer and nachos. I halfway kept an eye on the front door, but nothing.
Since then I haven’t gotten any messages from her on the site, and she of course never returned my call. Some of my friends suggested that she saw me and bolted (Ha Ha), but I had a good enough view of the parking lot and all that I would’ve noticed if that were the case. I’ve pretty observant. Plus, she already knew what I looked like from my photo.
So, though I was angry at the time, I quickly wrote the incident off and moved on. But it’s just another Straw of Rudeness on the Camel’s Back of my Societal Tolerance. I would much rather she had just said No to the meeting or that she was nervous/embarrassed or whatever. I can handle that. But to make me wait like that and not show up and offer no excuse – I just felt really foolish.
But the whole thing does make me reconsider trying such things in the future. It always seems to turn out this way. I’m beginning to have real trust issues. Back to my shell….
Latre.
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6 Responses to “Why I’m Becoming a Hermit, Pt 3”
November 18th, 2005 @ 10:09 am
Don’t let it bother you (You’ve got pollyanna email
)
November 18th, 2005 @ 10:28 am
Here in Southern California (the media-whore capital of the world) they don’t paste those little banners onto the shows. I find that odd. Is there an extremely contentious competition for the Denver “News at 10:00″ market? More so than Los Angeles?
As far as the other thing goes: At least you got beer and nachos out of the deal. That don’t sound half-bad.
FWIW – I think you’re hot.
November 18th, 2005 @ 10:37 am
Hey, and one of the beers was free! I think the bartender was feeling sorry for me.
There is intense competition among the Denver news channels for the 10pm broadcast. Well, all broadcasts, really. Don’t know what it’s like in L.A., so I can’t compare. InfK has lived both places, so maybe he’ll chime in…
November 18th, 2005 @ 2:51 pm
Argh, I can’t believe someone treated you so shabbily. Her loss! She’s probably one of those cilantro afficionadas. She’d better beware ever crossing my path, because I will cut her.
While I can’t say that my stint on Match.com was a positive one (one creeptastical stalker, one date where I nearly fell asleep — it was ambient-electronica night at a local club, a six-week stint with a guy who dumped me rather mercilessly, and an aircraft carrier’s weight in messages from complete slimeballs), I will say that it got me out of the house much more than usual and probably helped me muster enough confidence to invite my friend Doug from DC to visit. I also know two happily married couples who met via the same site, so who knows.
November 18th, 2005 @ 3:29 pm
Look on the bright side: maybe she got run over by a bus, or devoured by rampaging wolverines, or proselytized by roving Sc*ent*logists, or flung crap at by a passing monkey, or read poetry to by an oversensitive guy in black plastic glasses, or raptured up to meet Jesus and go for a ride in his cool new car. You, on the other hand, got NACHOS. And beer. You win.
November 20th, 2005 @ 9:49 am
o.k I’ll say it again…I’M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sheesh!!!!