So the past few weeks TTU boy and I had been emailing. On Easter I broke it down and sent him my number. Well, little did I know that would start a flood of texts for the next two days. Generally when I'm dating someone I like to talk throughout the day through text or bbm, but this guy was blowing up my phone and I hadn't even met him in person yet! That was strike one, and a bit of a turn off. When dating someone, I still need a tad bit of mystery and game.
We made plans to meet up Wednesday night at Ringo's Pub in The Shops of Legacy. I was kinda stoked at the location because I had been wanting to check the venue out. Between setting up the date, he send me his last name and told me to add him on facebook. So naturally I did only to be mortified that he was friends with this girl from my hometown, Heather. Heather was my little brothers friend, and was one of those girls that came from a great family yet was a complete skank. In fact I'm pretty sure the past several years I had referred to her as Skank Girl. I had a short panic attack when I saw that he was bffs with Skank Girl's husband. At that point I kinda weighed my options of not going on the date. Could I really be in a relationship with a guy who hung out with this nasty girl from my past? If TTU boy were to ask her about me, I'm pretty sure she would tell him about all the times I was rude to her and made her leave the college parties I was at... Strike two....
I decided to go ahead and push through with the date, maybe Skank girl had changed, and didn't realize how much crap I talked about her through high school and college.. haha yeah right...When he got there I found him attractive, but the more he talked, the more I felt like it was the TTU boy" show. He talked about his house, showed me pics of it and all the rooms he had redone on his iPhone. Then he showed me examples of his work on his phone, told me all about his business, his BMW, truck, and memorial day plans. I felt like I was an audience member listening to a highly paid speaker. I just kept smiling, nodding, and sipping on my Stella Artois. We ordered dinner, and then got into the discussion about our mutual facebook friends... Skank Girl was brought up.... Don't worry reader this part was actually a recovery moment for him. He too was not a fan of Skank Girl and in fact was relishing in the fact that his bff was in the works of leaving her and finalizing a divorce. That was definitely a interesting conversation, one that we somewhat connected on. Of course at that point he got out his phone AGAIN, got on facebook, and started showing me pictures of Skank Girl, and all of her friends that he had dated... wow... Then the bill came... now I'm always a girl who offers to pay, but I really didn't think this guy would let me. Sure enough, I reached to get my credit card, and he let me pay for my part. Strike Three, well really it should be Strike Four after the whole showing pictures of his exes thing. We left the bar soon there after, and he did the whole we will have to do this again thing. To which I enthusiastically said "yes most definitely, I had sooo much fun". WTH? Did I have fun? Not really, infact after writing this out, the date really sounds like a complete disaster.
It took me two days and several glasses of wine the next day and painting a heart on a canvas (thank you Painting With A Twist and my favorite co-workers) to determine that I just wasn't that into him... Of course I figured this out after I tipsy texted him from my painting class. I think I did this to verify that even after several glasses of Pinot that I still didn't have any zing for him.
TTU boy offered all the right things on paper. We had tons in common, went to the same Alma mater, he had a great job, nice cars, expensive tastes, but he just isn't the one. The thought of having to go on another date with him now makes me a lil squeamish. Why is it that sometimes we so desperately want to make Mr. Wrong look like Mr. Right? I think my whole mentality with TTU boy was that he was better then nothing, and that maybe all the commonalities would bring us together. Not the case here, and I'm so glad I realized that. I'm still holding out for a guy that fills me with joy, makes me laugh, and treats me like a queen.
A friend once told me that dating is a numbers game. You have to date a lot of guys before you are going to find the right one. I thought she was crazy, but now I am learning she is right. My old theory of the first serious relationship I have will be the one is definitely out the window.
I know this may sound weird, but I just want to take a vacation from so desperately trying to get dates lined up in my schedule. I have this belief that the good Lord is going to put the right guy in the right place at the right time. I just need to practice more patience.
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