Lately it feels as if online dating is as common as meeting people at the supermarket or school.
I figured that after the horrors I went through using Plentyoffish.com and Match.com, where every man there seemed to expect more than a kiss at the end of the first date, I would join a Catholic dating site. Maybe there was something in my profile that screamed out “slut!” I thought that surely the men on a Catholic dating site would have to be serious and nice.
Well, serious and nice does not always equal a relationship. Let me introduce you to Flakey and Moody.
Flakey seemed very nice at first. He even brought me a rose to our first lunch meeting. For about a month we had eight dates and he was always very attentive. He paid for our outings. He brought me flowers three times, and he was an excellent kisser. Unfortunately, I started seeing his flakey side after he was thirty minutes late to our third date. He was forty minutes late to our fifth date, and so on. When I confronted him about it he said it was “his thing” to be late. Since when is this acceptable I thought? Well, the next time he was only ten minutes late, so he claimed he was on time and working very hard to make me happy … Really? Is it really that hard? How come I can be ready waiting for him on time? The last straw that broke the camel’s back was when I got ready for mass (Catholic dating site, remember?) and he was running an hour late. I took my little phone and texted, “If you knew you were going to be this late you should have let me know. I’m going without you. I deserve better than this.” Never heard from Flakey again!
Moody had a flakey side from the beginning. He was late to our first meeting, but I figured he drove to meet me so I would cut him some slack. We had the perfect first meeting. He texted me after the date. For an entire month he kept calling and texting me. He would say things like, “we should talk about that next time we see each other.” For a whole month I waited. I finally started ignoring him during the second month. I figured I was nobody’s back-up! To be labeled a “just-in-case-of-emergency” girl was not my goal. So finally, out of the blues, Moody asks me to go to go see a blues/swing band with him. My best friend forced me to say yes since for the whole agonizing month I was waiting for a date, she heard a replay of our first date on a daily basis.
Moody and I got along, and we had a great night. I wore my very cute and flattering dress. I figured this time he would not forget me. Little did I know that when he pulled out of the parking lot, only to hit another car, he would absolutely hate me! From then on our conversation was me giving him directions to take me home. When I got out of the car he said, “take care.” He did not pull over and park, let alone walk me to my door. He actually didn’t even stop in front of my condo. By the time I walked halfway through the street to begin walking to my door he had already turned the corner. Did I mention Moody dropped me off at 1:30 a.m.? Never heard from Moody again!
I guess I just couldn’t make it work with either Flakey or Moody! For the time being, I think taking my profiles down was the right thing to do. I can’t afford to go on any more awful dates.