**Editors' Note: Today's guest post is the second installment from Kate in KC. You may remember her first story about getting into a fight about college sports on a first date from a few weeks ago.**
Adorable Nerd came along and seemed as if he would be the answer to my holy-crap-this-was-a-bad-idea prayers. He was smart, funny, interesting, cute in that Seth Cohen (yes, I’m dropping an OC reference in here) super-nerd kind of way and, best of all, seemed very interested in me. We sent a few novel-length messages to one another before trading in email for 3-hour long phone calls. We would talk about anything and everything while staying up so late that we would practically fall asleep on the phone because neither of us wanted to hang up the phone and end the conversation…we finally arranged to meet one night.
We sat at a table in a small restaurant and talked and talked and talked…we were telling stories, laughing and having a fantastic time. We ended up closing the restaurant down and he suggested that we continue the night at a wine bar across the street. Sharing a bottle of wine, there was never an awkward silence or dull moment…it was like we had known each other forever and slipped into conversation with one another like it was the easiest thing on earth.
The end of the night rolled around and we strolled through the moonlight of the city streets until we got to my car. I had butterflies in my stomach as we turned to face each other to say good night…he told me that he had a wonderful time, looked deep into my eyes, leaned in…shook my hand and ran away.
He literally RAN the fuck away.
I never heard from him again.
A weird-o, a closeted gay and a guy with sports-related Tourettes…strike one, two and three. You win this one, online dating.
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5 comments:
Men are cowards. period.
The first time one of my boyfriends, let's call him Forrest, told me he loved me, he kissed me on the forehead, whispered, "I love you June," then turned around and ran away. He ran all the way home.
I thought it was pretty charming. And no, this was not in junior high. I was in my 20s, and he was a bit older than I. Though I suppose I might have had a different opinion about it if I'd never heard from him again.
I was afraid someone would say men are cowards. ;)
Long text conversations and long phone calls for a long time without insisting on a meet? Red flag.
I knew a woman who always played hard to get: hard to get contact info, hard to get a date, etc. She wondered why the only guys she ended up dating were aggressive, don't-take-no-for-an-answer guys. People filter who they date just by their appearance, friends, location and attitude. If you get a lot of the same types... ask yourself why.
some times mens behavior just defies explanation:D
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