Showing posts with label disappearing act. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disappearing act. Show all posts

And just like that...he's gone.

Thursday, September 3, 2009
You know, maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm crazy. Actually there's a good chance of that. But seriously, maybe I was nuts thinking that when a date ends with the guy saying this:

"So...this has been really fun. Next time we'll have to try and get together on a NOT-school-night, don't you think?"

That usually means he wants to see you again. Yes?

Well, silly me. Because instead of making that third date, Mr. Calamari has disappeared. No response. Zip. Zilch. Nada. He's in the wind.

This isn't a new thing for me, unfortunately. In fact, I have had at least five men disappear on me in the past year. Now, maybe some of you are thinking this has everything to do with something I did, and hey, maybe it is. I'm certainly not perfect, and not everyone's going to like me. But I think it has more to do with cowardice. It's easier for them to just never call back than to have to say, "Sorry, but I don't want to see you again."

Funny enough, Mr. Calamari had heard about some of the crazy, angry guys I dated earlier this summer and he said, "If we go out on a date, even if it doesn't work out, it won't end like that." He was right. But there's more than one way to be a jerk.