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.