What Is Up With This?

You know, boys and girls. I don’t get it.

I’m discovering a pattern and I ain’t liking it a bit. See, guy finds me online. We exchange witty banter, discover things in common and the like. He suggests a phone call. I agree. Actual conversation goes spendidly. More emailing ensues, generally with his telling me how wonderful I am and how he can’t wait to meet me. So we meet.

And then that’s when everything goes to shit. Communications become a little, shall we say, stilted. Polite. Perhaps forced. Certainly more sporadic. Clearly, interest is waning. I’m not all that but I’m not hideous, either, and my personality hasn’t changed so this, I don’t get.

So does this have something to do with the whole hunter instinct? As in, after the prey (me) is no longer demurring over talking on the phone or meeting but seemingly agreeable to getting together again, then interest wanes because he doesn’t have to work for it anymore? Because I’m not alluring or mysterious anymore?

What a load of bullshit. If that’s the case, I don’t need these weak mealy-mouthed lame ass guys anyway. Geez.

My point, and I do have one, is that Ted, who I found to be most wonderful the weekend before last (you can read all about it below – try not to gag) appears to be blowing me off although we have plans for this weekend. (Does this remind anyone else of The Sheriff? ‘Cuz it does me.)

Anyhoo. Basically, from last Tuesday on, communications have waaaaay slowed. I got a very polite email from him mid week which said, among other things, that he may have to work next weekend and wasn’t sure would that mean for our plans.

In and of itself, nothing wrong there. Except the tone? That was totally the same tone I used when blowing off The Playa – polite, non committal, and ooops, oh, those plans we made? Yeah, not gonna happen.

But then Saturday when he called, he said he did not have to work and was in fact looking forward to seeing me.

BUT THEN (can this be the longest, most boring blog post EVER) I haven’t heard from him sense. I sent him a text message yesterday, as Sunday night I finished a book he had recommended (The Talisman by Stephen King – incredible book, by the way) and mentioned that to him. And, um, I haven’t heard back from him. Like, still haven’t.

I’m disappointed because I liked him. Thought he was way cool. And, honestly, got the impression he felt the same way about me. But what the heck do I know.

All in all, maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t rush to cancel my match.com subscriptions and to tell the fellows from these places that I’ve “met someone,” blah, blah, blah.

The words from that terrible book, He’s Just Not That Into You, keep ringing in my ears: If a guy wants to get in touch with you, he will. He will never be too busy, too tired, too whatever, if he’s into you.