I have recently returned the wide world of internet dating. Sigh.
Most of the guys aren't real potentials and from some e-mails, never seem to go anywhere...until last week. After chatting again with a match from earlier in the process, we decided that maybe (okay, he finally got over the distance deal - it's only three and a half hours) we would meet. We seemed to banter well online and after exchanging phone numbers, began to text and call.
For a moment, I thought...hmmm, potential.
I was awakened Sunday night by a text from him. We texted back and forth and then there was a pause.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Yes, a text and this is what it said...
|Name and number blocked out to protect his identity|
No, readers, that date was not with me. And so began a conversation of we are just meant to be friends...he can't get over how far away I am. And he would feel bad if I had to drive two hours to go see him. Blah, blah, blah.
However, after asking him some questions about his fun date, I get the sense I dodged a bullet. A giant bullet.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I not only didn't waste mobile to mobile minutes, I saved myself some gas money. Will use that towards my house interior remodeling!