I got an email the other day from a guy I had been out with a few times (no, not the one I was planning on email dumping the other week). It read something like this:
“While I think you’re a great person, and I’ve had fun hanging out with you, I don’t think we’re eachother’s type”
Pretty standard. Until you hear the backstory.
Dates with this person had been getting progressively worse. I wanted to give myself a chance to like him as much as he seemed to like me, but there’s only so many times you can answer “you’re gorgeous” or “you’re fabulous” or “you’re intriguing” or “I want to spoil you with inappropriately extravagent gifts” with “uh huh.” He also did me a hugeass favour that I didn’t ask for and he still insisted on doing, which I totally appreciate. But try as I might, I just couldn’t get past the fact that 99% of this guy’s personality managed to completely turn me off at every turn.
After the final date (one I probably shouldn’t have bothered with in the first place), I was at the point where I should’ve just dumped him at the end of the night. But I chickened out. You’d think my total disinterest during the date, or my panicked look at the fact that he assumed he was coming up, or the speed at which I exited his barely stopped vehicle would’ve been clues. But guys are dumb like that.
A week or so later I get an email asking if I’d like to go for drinks with him. I blew him off with a “I’m really busy until after the holidays.” I figured I’d wait until the craziness of my world blew over, then dump him properly in January sometime. But apparrently I still had one more card to play, and I didn’t even know it.
I posted this – containing a small, random paragraph about my recent perils of dating. I mentioned that I need to go out with people who are not mean, or virgins, or rebounding. This guy isn’t exempt from that list – and apparrently he knows it. Either that or he’s really overly sensitive and thinks everything is all about him. He’s also one who started things of by taking the “I’ve read your entire blog archives and now possess an inappropriate amount of random perceived knowledge about you” road.
Considering the above, it’s not surprising that about 24 hours after said post appeared, I got the email at the top of the page. I guess I’ll never know his true motivation, but I’d just like to toss out a “thanks for saving me the trouble!”