Even that first phone call was thrilling. This was one Internet date I knew I was going to enjoy!
Our first encounter sparkled. Time flew over mid-morning coffee that turned into a lazy Saturday brunch. Three hours later we still couldn’t stop laughing and talking, so we strolled to a nearby bookstore. There, we wandered the aisles, chatted about our favorite books, and told each other stories.
What’s this? Five o’clock? Might as well have a cocktail, so we headed to a café, where drinks turned into dinner, and eventually, a steamy goodnight kiss at the end of a 12-hour date that astonished both of us.
Fab date 1, more to come!
The following weekend, we had another spectacular time – romance, fun, and a lingering embrace that made the earlier lip lock look like kindergarten fare.
We set a tentative Date 3, confirmed the next day with a spicy email, to which I responded with equal enthusiasm. And then… nothing. The days slogged along. Still nothing. On the fifth day, a little note – “So sorry. Completely tied up at work. We’ll try for next week, okay?”
My response: “No problem. Looking forward to it.”
Yeah, yeah. You know what’s next, right?
Waiting by the phone (or keyboard)
The following week came and went, and I felt 17 again. And just as miffed!
No email, no call, no nothing.
Did I imagine those two magical dates and the simmering chemistry that was… um, demonstrable? He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t out of town. I ran into someone who had seen him at a professional function.
Disappearance, thy name is 21st century dating
Fab date 1, fab date 2, NO date 3?
- Was he “just not that into me?”
- How do you go from hot to not, in just 24 hours??
- Was he seeing other people, and switched me out in a flash?
- Did it have to do with the fact that we did move in similar circles?
So why the pretense? Why not “man up” and appropriately bow out – if that’s what you really want?
My own disappearing act
I’ve pulled a disappearing act or two myself since the Brave New World of Post-Divorce Dating. Usually when I was swamped with kid duties and deadlines, and simply got side-tracked. But pulling a Houdini isn’t my usual style. And this one baffles me.
Not only was I up for Third Date Goodies, but so was he… at least, there was, well… every indication.
I genuinely liked this guy and thought it was mutual. Que pasa? And has this happened to you?