For those who haven't guessed already, I'm a single woman (not a bad thing) trying to get along in a "you must couple" world. I've been through bad break up to a bad relationship and the whole experience has left me questioning the nature of relationships, at least what they have become and what they have failed to evolve to. I'm not going to rant about the modern drama of coupling (at the moment), just one night in the life of the dating spectrum.
Since my break up, and the many terrible revelations about my ex that have resulted from it, people have felt a need to "fix me up" (ironic because I consider him to be the one who was broken and thus requires fixing). After some gentle prodding from a friend I agreed to go out with a mutual acquaintance. I saw this as more of a possible developing friendship than anything akin to finding a life partner (whatever that actually means) as he too had been through some hard relationship times. Let's face it, this was more like a support group. Coffee meet up was fine, and discovering hunger led to grabbing a bite, no big deal. The invitation to go for a drink caught me during a particularly rough week and thus a weak point so I agreed despite the inner voice warning me that he might be looking for that ever elusive "soul-mate". Well, like our coffee led to dinner, his "drink" led to about, oh, six, or eight in a short span. By about 11:30, with conversation exhausted, I pointedly asked how he intended on getting home as he was obviously too drunk to drive. He mumbled something about calling a service that would drive him and his car home and asked about me. "I guess I'm taking the bus and then walking the rest of the way", I responded. Obviously his alcohol addled brain missed my tone entirely because he said "ok, well thanks for coming." That was it, not even an offer to walk me to the bus stop. So, a wave in the parking lot and I was left to find my way home, alone, closing on midnight. Yes, my friends, men have always been known to go staggering lengths to impress me!
To the well meaning friends who want to fix me up, I love you and I am so pleased to have such caring people in my life who want me to be happy. If you truly want me to be happy, just fix me up with a good bicycle mechanic who will keep my two rides rolling fine all summer and leave my soul blissfully mate-free
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Addendum: I did receive a message from the aforementioned "date" the next day informing me he was free on Sunday and Monday. Literally, that was all the message said, "Hi, I am available Sunday and Monday." It took every ounce or restraint not to write back, "so am I and I intend to remain that way."
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