While I think I want closure, I really don't. I used to think that I wanted a guy to have a set big enough to state that he didn't want to date me. Yeah, I don't want that anymore. It usually makes me mad, and my response is all kinds of not nice, sarcastic (although funny) comments. In my head. The end result is while I amuse myself, I'm still pissed.
Since I ended up with contact info from Ned (yes, I immediately think "Flanders"), I emailed him. It was a casual, 'hey, here's my cell if you want to get together'. I didn't really, but thought I'd consider it as a second chance if he initiated. It took him five days to respond. Really?? Come on now. The signature line from his email indicated that his first name is Edwin. And he chose to go by Ned? Does he know he picked a dorky option? That can only mean one thing. He is a dork and deserves to be thought of as Ned Flanders.
He did have enough sense to start with a compliment about he enjoyed meeting me, liked our conversation, blah, blah, blah. Then he goes on write that he hasn't been married before and saw his parents go through messy divorces that ended up involving him. Yeah, I'm sure that sucks. Poor form on the part of your parents, but be a big boy and get over it. And now that part that floors me. So he wants to find someone who hasn't been married before to start their life together or some such bullshit. Yeah, good luck with that. Dude, in your 40s, the ones that haven't been married before, in most cases, haven't been married before for a reason. They're weird. Or crazy. Or still pining for someone from high school; the one that got away. You aren't going to want them either. But OK, you keep looking for that. Maybe I'll email you a year from now and see how that worked for you.
The part of me that is bitchy and likes to tell on people wants to email the dating coordinator. So I can tell on him. If he stated that he didn't want to date someone who has been married before, then they set me up poorly. And if he didn't state that to them, he either lied to me or lied to me. Either way, I want them to know this isn't my fault. Maybe I'll casually email my availability and slip that little tidbit in at the end. Yeah, that sounds like me. Of course, they'll have to add "bitchy tattletale" to my description, but we all knew that.
Time heals all wounds. I know I'll feel the need for closure again. I'm sure the thought will enter my mind. The idea of knowing, the certainty, will have an appeal so provocative. I won't be able to resist and I will think, "I just want to know". It's like an addiction you just can't resist. So I can't promise that I won't wish for it again. Equally, I can't promise that it won't piss me off. It will. And I'll still have witty comments, even if I'm the only one who hears them.
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