Well, here's a bit of an update.
I don't know whether it was something I did or just bad luck, but everything went to ****. Spectacularly. Both dates.
FIRST GIRL
Let's start with the girl I asked out after getting her number while she was walking her dogs (the one who ended up standing me up).
We'd been texting, nothing over the top. Just normal conversation. Every now and then she'd react to one of my stories with a heart or something similar. Things seemed perfectly fine.
Last night I replied to one of her texts, and she left me on read. No big deal. The next day (Saturday), since it was the day of our date, around 2 p.m. I figured, "What the hell," and texted her.
We were supposed to meet at a bar at 6 p.m.
I sent her, "Hey,
her name, how's your hot afternoon going?" She replied, we teased each other a bit, and honestly I don't think I said anything weird or off-putting.
Then I went to the gym for a run, headed home to shower, and by then it was almost 5 p.m. I ordered an Uber and texted her:
"I'm on my way. I made a reservation and wanted to check the place out a bit. Just let me know when you're nearby and I'll come outside to meet you."
The place was an arcade bar, looked like a pretty fun spot.
She replied:
"Oh, I think I got confused. So you're already heading there because of the reservation?"
I answered:
"Yeah, I'm almost there. I took an Uber because I didn't want to deal with parking."
Then she said:
"Oh, okay. I think I misunderstood from the beginning. I thought at 6 we were leaving from here together. I'm still not ready, and I think I'll get there around 6:30."
I simply replied:
"That's okay. Take your time."
I got to the bar around 5:35. Since I'd never been there before, I figured I'd get familiar with the place while I waited.
Then... nothing.
At 7:40 p.m. she finally texted:
"Hey, you know what? You were right. It was impossible to find parking. I spent like 30 minutes looking, got desperate, and left. Sorry, I owe you one."
I replied:
"Really? You should've told me you were there. I could've come out and helped you."
She answered:
"No, you were already inside playing, and honestly I just couldn't get close. I kept driving in circles and never found a spot. I got really stressed. Sorry."
My last reply was:
"Well, we could've figured something out, but okay."
Then I sent an animated sticker of two cats shaking hands.
SECOND GIRL
This is the one who got back in touch after giving me a hard time at first and was actually the one who suggested we hang out.
We agreed to go out this Sunday.
Everything seemed normal. Friday night I replied to her last message before going to bed. I'm generally not someone who replies immediately anyway(I'm usually working, reading, driving, walking, or at the gym).
I sent three simple messages:
- Asked if she'd managed to get herself a beer (she had mentioned she wanted one).
- Told her I wouldn't really be drinking again until Sunday since I'd gone out last Saturday and had a quick beer on Wednesday.
- Sent her a screenshot of a conversation with one of my coworkers because it related to a joke we'd been talking about.
That was it.
She left everything on read for the entire Saturday.
Normally I wouldn't think much of it. I'd just shrug and move on. But what I don't understand is why this always seems to happen right before we're supposed to meet.
Why leave the conversation hanging the day before the date?
Just... keep the conversation going. Am I' supposed to double-text someone I barely know?
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That's it fellas.
Now for the internal stuff I noticed.
For the most part I actually felt pretty relaxed while texting. But there were definitely moments where I got nervous about screwing things up.
Whenever that happened, I'd catch myself thinking: "Does this text sound needy? I don't want to come across as needy... Wait, who the hell decided this was needy in the first place?"
And then I'd spend way too much time overthinking what to send next.
The classic one also popped into my head: "If I double text, she'll think I'm desperate. The ball's in her court now."
Other than those moments, though, I honestly think the texting was fine. Before we got into the logistics of actually meeting up, the conversations had good back-and-forth. I genuinely don't know what I did that would suddenly make someone go silent the day before a date.
Getting stood up definitely messed with my head for a while.
For a moment I caught myself thinking: "What the **** is wrong with me? My ex left me the way she did, and now this girl doesn't even show up?"
My phone was almost dead (about 5% battery) so I left the bar and went home. At first I was thinking about charging it, taking my car, and heading back out to salvage the night somehow.
But once I was lying in bed, I stopped myself.
I thought:
"Wait a minute. Why do you want to go out
right now?"
And the answer wasn't a good one. It wasn't because I genuinely wanted to have fun. It was because I wanted validation from women. I wanted proof that
they were the problem, not me. Once I realized that, I decided I wasn't going to chase that feeling. I can stand up for myself.
Tomorrow, next week, or whenever I actually feel like going out because I want to enjoy myself (not because I need someone else's approval) that's when I'll do it.
So at 11 p.m., I stayed home.