From OK to bad to ugly: Part 1 of 3
Dear friends, we’ve now come to Date 4 of my 4-date weekend. Bachelor #4’s name was Darryl and he magically managed to piss me off even before we had ARRANGED a date. My standards must’ve really hit rock bottom by that time, since I had still agreed to go on a date with him. He – in fact – pissed me off so much that I figuratively jumped down his throat via SMS. Let me back up and explain:
After we exchanged contact info, it soon became apparent that Darryl was Mister Texty-Text. And – let me tell you – it’s not like he shared with me the meaning of life via SMS; his texts were irrelevant and meaningless. And he just kept texting me and texting me and texting me. At first, I thought it was cute, but let’s face it, THIS…
1:32 PM SMS # 1: Hi
1:35 PM SMS #2: How are you?
1:38 PM SMS # 3: What are you doing now?
1:42 PM SMS #4: I’m working.
1:50 SMS #5: It’s not very busy here at work.
… is only cute for the first 5 min. I didn’t say anything right away … I mean I hadn’t even met the guy. I let him go on for a bit, while trying to telepathically and physically (by not responding), encourage him into silence. But, Darryl was incorrigible. So, finally, when he texted me ...
3:15 PM SMS #1: What are you up to now?
3:16 PM SMS #2: Hello?
3:20 PM SMS #3: What’s up?
3:23 PMSMS #4:….
… not 2 hours later, something inside me snapped and I replied with:
“I’ll tell you what’s up. These text messages aren’t doing anything for me. AND, I don’t have unlimited texts.”
(I was super pissed off; I actually didn’t care if he texted me back at this point.)
He texts back:
“Sorry. Can I call you instead?”
Feeling half-stupid, half-guilty, I texted back saying that I would much prefer that, and apologizing for the harshness and inappropriateness of my retort. In hindsight, I should have just ignored him. So, he did call me later that night, and we arranged to meet up for a beer the following evening (Sunday).
By the time Sunday evening rolled ‘round, I was exhausted because I’d already been on 3 dates in the last 48 hours, and I had one more to go. But, who’ve I had to blame but myself?! Nevertheless, I was tired and eager to get the date with Mister Texty-Text over with. Deep down, I actually hoped that it wouldn’t go well. There’s something to be said for self-fulfilling prophecy…
We had decided to meet for a beer at the local brewpub. I was 2 minutes late for the date. He was later than late. (When will I stop being surprised by that fact?) But, when he finally walked in, he looked… OK. There was potential. We started chatting, ordered a couple of beers, and were generally having a good time. He was funny… in that dry sarcastic way that never fails to entice me. Honestly I enjoyed my date with him, and he with me. At least that’s what I had assumed when we both parted with the ever-so-awkward “we should do this again.”
That's it of Part 1 of 3. Please come back shortly for Parts 2 and 3. I guarantee you won't regret it!
November 26th, 2010 - 10:43
You gotta give him a second date! Once he learns that texting “Hi” is retarded, everything will be much better.
Actually, the texting is pretty bad. I do the same with IM when I want to be an ass. I am curious if he would be better on a second date just to see if he continues to text random things.