You may recall my story of my second first-date last week. I called him Mr Checklist. I thought it was a great first date, even if I didn’t get a chance to see how he kissed.
After our date I sent him a thank you and wished him well on his long drive home. He responded he would home shortly. That was Tuesday.
Friday night, in the midst of drinking, hanging out, and talking about my dates with Hy Jones, I realized I hadn’t responded back to his email. “Shit!” I thought – perhaps he thinks I’m not interested.
So I quickly popped onto POF and saw that I was still on his “favorites” list. I decided to send him a text referencing I was away for the weekend and hoped to see him soon.
Probably better to just share with you what transpired:
So far, so good. I feel better now about not having texted him back. I decide to just have a bit more conversation.
I’m texting him from my phone, and we had texted prior to our date. Guess he never put my name in his phone. We messaged each other on POF, so he would see me there. I’m on his favor- oh, wait…
So I go check the list of who has favorited me. He’s not there. WTF?
Hy and I have a good chuckle about this and now I know there’s something weird going on.
I then realize he has no clue who I am. What a fucking dope!!
Sigh. So much for first date #2.
I didn’t say anything else other than “well, that’s awkward”. But it didn’t really reflect how I felt. And while I definitely know it made no difference whatsoever, I sent him a follow-up text a couple of days later. I was angry – particularly because he had gone on and on about how he was such a good communicator, and didn’t play games, etcetera, etcetera. Methinks he protest a little too much.
So, I got my “angry girl” out and sent this:
Adding to myself “you asshole”, at the end.