Last night I had a date with the lawyer boy aka Justice. He had texted me on Monday and wanted to set up a date {for those of you who have been following, you will remember he had set up a date with me last week and then had to cancel for work}. We agreed that Wednesday night would work at 8:00 at Prime Bar. I don't typically go out that late on a week night, but it was just for a drink so I figured it wouldn't keep me up past my weekday curfew! lol.
I arrived early to the bar and decided to go ahead and snag a comfy booth in the back. I sat there and looked over the wine list, and then texted to tell him my location. I peered up from the pages of the drink book, to find him seated next to me. He didn't look as thin as his pictures (which was actually a good thing, because he looked kinda scrawny in his pics), but overall matched up to his profile. We started talking, and somehow I took the lead in the conversation. Usually I like to ask the questions, and let the guy take off with the stories. This time was different, but I just assumed he was a little more shy than my new found boldness. We hung out for an hour, he paid the tab, and we walked to our cars. We did the casual hug and I said I had a good time and for him to call me later. In online dating code this means- I didn't just say bye... so I don't think you're a complete freak.
I came home and thought about how it went, it was an ok date overall. He was definitely someone I would give a second chance... that is until Mr. Justice served me... with a TEXT!
On Tuesday I told all my girlfriends that I was alive after meeting up with my first Match.com date. I told them it was good, and that I hope he called again so we could get to know each other better. Little did I know that I would be served later on that night. I was casually sitting on my couch after a long day and drinks with co-workers, flipping through the channels, when I got a text. I noticed it was from Justice and admittedly sighed because that meant that he was interested. Boy was I wrong. His first text said "hey" (this was when I got giddy) then it was followed up with "It was nice to meet you last night but I didn't feel like we really clicked. Good luck!" (this is when my heart sank into my stomach).
I couldn't decide if I should laugh or cry. I chose to cry. It wasn't that I was set on Justice, it was just the fact that no one likes to be rejected, especially in a so in your face manner. I prefer the rejection a little more non directly, you know when the guy just never calls you again.
Rejection always stings, but it really stings when you are already vulnerable. This had been a really shitty week (yes I said shitty) both personally and at work. I already felt like the last single person alive at a baby shower the previous Sunday, and now I had it in writing (or at least that's how it felt). I wondered why I kept putting myself through this, why did I keep opening my heart for the chance of finding love it seemed all I was doing was bruising it. I texted some dear friends and told them what had happened, they said to delete the message and move on, it was his loss. As teared streamed down my face, I got in bed and closed my eyes. I told myself "tomorrow is a new day".
Today was a new day. I felt so much love and support from my friends who I had told about Justice (shout out to Lil G for my chick music- the new Kelly Clarkson cd). I met with one of my co-workers for breakfast and we laughed as she shared her stories from her 148 dates she went on this past year from Match. On her 149th date she met the man of her dreams. She inspired to me keep going even though sometimes the dating game gets old. I have to remember that each first date is one step closer to finding my Mr. Right. One day there will be a first date that will lead to my last.
Till that day comes, stay tuned dear reader... Justice of this heart will be served when I find the man who has the right verdict that I'm "THE ONE"!
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