So I am having trouble keeping the boys I am talking to apart.
I am a terrible person.
But this is how it goes. I date a guy a couple times and give him up in disgust swearing never to date again. I receive ten emails from new guys. I respond to eight of them. Six of them respond back. I make plans to see five of them. I actually date two of them. We think bad things of each other.
This is the circle of match life.
I am at the part where I am planning to meet five of them but have not yet, and I am bad with names and faces. Once I went on a date knowing that it could be one of two guys.
Once I walked into a bar and there were two Indian guys sitting at the bar.
Oh, crap.
They were both by themselves and by his picture he could have been either of them. That was the worst. In the end, I picked one and walked up to him. I just accepted that the next two minutes of my life could become my most cring inducing memories of my life up to this time.
I am still not sure I picked the right one. Maybe he just played along.
When I get disgusted and swear to never date again I delete everyone's number in one fell swoop. Sometimes they come back. There was this one guy who texted me after I had deleted all their numbers but I recognized him by his dorkiness and saved him as Luke. He texted me a couple of times but I'm hoping it will just fizzle, he keeps going out of town.
Yesterday I got this text from an unknown number and I asked him who he was. I knew it has to be a match guy. I felt badly, but I honestly did not know. Horror or horrors, he said his name was Luke. I only ever talked to one Luke.
Who the heck is the guy I am planning to meet up with whose number is saved under Luke?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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