Turning men off dating since 2009.

Last night, I finally told Mr. Interwebnets that I didn’t think it was happening for us. This has been cooking for several weeks and was solidified when he e-mailed me a weight-loss meal plan … the day after taking me out for ice cream. Really, though? I was just waiting for a sign. And even a friendly suggestion about reducing my caloric intake was enough.

Truth be told, he freaks me out just a bit.

I had been dreading this conversation. We were on the phone. I told him that I didn’t think we were going anywhere. He was upset and, surprisingly to me, totally surprised.

Now, he wasn’t hateful. But he was a bit … belligerent. Some favorites:

  • Help me out here. Tell me why.
  • You’re totally missing the boat here. You just don’t have this connection with someone every day.
  • Wow. I think you’re totally misguided.

And, of course, my two favorites:

  • Well, I can tell you one thing: I’m never doing online dating again. This whole experience has totally turned me off from meeting people that way. You think you know someone …

Which was followed up with this heart-warming bit:

  • I’ll pray for you.

Jeeeeeezus. Just because I don’t want to date you doesn’t mean that I’m a heathen or destined for eternal damnation.

My mom’s take on the prayer business? “Good. Tell him you’re praying he’ll get a clue and leave you alone.”

My dad’s take on the whole deal? “You’re a fabulous babe, and hot babes have to deal with this sort of thing. You did what you had to do.”

Which had me singing “My Way” a la Sinatra all day. Regrets? I have a few. But then again? Too few to mention.

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