So, sometimes I do things when I think I crossed the line. This may have been one of those times. I’ll let you be the judge.
I was dating a guy who was literally just unavailable. He had a lot going on, or so it seemed. I don’t know what it was because I never asked. He wasn’t very confrontational, so that was one reason I just decided not to ask about it. His communication was just…off. Why would I continue to let someone like this take any of my time? I liked him. When we finally get together, it’s “perfect”. I don’t use that word lightly.
There’s only a few guys I can say that I actually like(d). The ones I put my guard down for. Guys I actually SHOWED that I liked them. I have, well had, what you may call the “Helga Complex”(Yes, I made this up.) . Ever watched “Hey Arnold”? Yeah, Helga was me. If I liked someone, I was mean to them. I wouldn’t dare show them that side. Crazy, right? I agree.
So one day the guy flaked on me for a date we “kind of” had planned. I’ve been practicing trying not to go off on people before I hear an explanation (it’s harder than you think). He claimed he was “so sorry” and I told him, “Think about how you would want someone to treat your daughter when she’s older and dating. That’s what I expected.” After that, I kind of felt bad for bringing his daughter into it, but I was stating facts.
He replied back saying how ashamed he was. Really?
Agh. Who said dating was easy? They were lying like a rug.
Him: Maybe I made a mistake that I didn’t give us a fair try.