The people my magnet attracts (part 1 of… the rest of my life)
It is with great pleasure that I share with you all that my dating magnet attracts the cream of the crop. I can’t make that sentence sound as sarcastic as it really should so I’m not even going to try. I’ve classified the men I meet and who are interested me in two categories: crazy and taken.
I’ll start with crazy because as I write this my cell phone has buzzed to let me know I’ve gotten a text message (Yay! I’m so popular!) from the newest “crazy” man I’ve encountered (Nooo! Not him!).
The circumstances of us meeting are typical of our generation. It seems that my award winning wit and charm came shining through on some photo comments and wall posts on a friend’s Facebook profile. After creeping through all of her photos, Sam asked to be my friend. Seeing which friend we have in common, I automatically accepted (while sending her a “Tell me about this Sam character” message) because if they’re friends of hers than they’ve got to be alright.
Sam and I start talking over Facebook and then eventually texts, as he lives 4 hours away. Despite his professed crush on my sweet personality and stunning beauty, I did tell him that I was ONLY looking for friendship. I outlined that I love being single, I don’t long distance date and that I was moving away in the fall to start college life (yay!). He claimed to understand but it started becoming clear that his and my definition of “friend” were from two completely opposite dictionaries.
As time (we’re talking only weeks, if not days) went on I was getting sappy poetry written about me, YouTube song links dedicated on his Facebook wall (and mine!) and texts saying “when we meet let’s get married”, all of which addressed me as one pet name or another (I’m convinced he didn’t know my name as he never used it). I nipped it in the bud and sent off a quick message saying that this was becoming too much for me to handle and that it was best if we cut all ties.
His reaction? Over the top, to say the least. He systematically deleted me from his life one social networking tool at a time, all the while sending me nasty, rude messages. I was told in no particular order: I was a terrible person, I set out to break his heart days before his birthday, I was cold-hearted, a tramp, and how not only was he happy about it but he thought I deserved every time a boyfriend had cheated on me. Not only that, he informed me that he never really liked me anyways (HA! I have several poems, a handful of love songs and a $20 incoming text bill that all say otherwise, bucko).
Two days later, I got an apology via text. It was clear he hadn’t expected me to stand my ground because my “I appreciate your apology but I do not and will not accept it” response was met with yet another tirade about how horrid I am. Talk to the hand because the face don’t wanna listen, Sam.
August 5th, 2010 - 00:51
It’s the same problem the other way around. The women I meet are usually either crazy or taken as well. The problem with the good people is that they’re usually in relationships (and why wouldn’t they be? They’re good!). And while there are plenty of good people in the single-and-looking pool, they get snatched up fast. To make matters worse, that pool happens to be where all the creeps, weirdoes and otherwise single-for-a-good-reason people are too. And there are a lot more of the crazies than good people.
August 5th, 2010 - 14:08
Dating is a market for lemons the same way the job market is.
All the good people have jobs. When they lose their job they’re on the job market for a short time before they’re hired somewhere.
All the other people though stay on the job market a lot longer and apply to way more jobs so when you’re looking to hire the odds are sadly very low that you’ll be dealing with one of the good people.
Replace job with relationship in the above and everything still holds.