Ok. So I cancelled on my date. Let me explain why.
Since I left Chef, I’ve had a few guys interested in me. On the one hand, it is rather refreshing after being cheated on to know that I
don’t actually have to spend the rest of my life alone if I don’t want to. But, on the other hand, I’m not feeling like I can trust the male gender at the moment, or myself for that matter, so I get in these situations that seem like I can handle them, and then bail right at the last-minute. Like tonight.
I was talked into using Match.com at first, but let’s just say there is one word I use to describe the guys I met from there — Liars. I ran into some disturbing trends. For instance,
a) Don’t post pictures of yourself that are 20 years old. Seriously? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
b) Who is the guy you posted pictures of? Your brother? Why? Any chance I could meet him?
c) You’re married? Did you actually read my profile, or did you just look at the picture?
d) You said you owned a ranch. I don’t think working at the stockyards counts. Hey, at least you have a job. That’s an improvement from the last three guys.
Yep. I discontinued that line of dating. Then, I got set up on some blind dates. I’m kind of offended by what my friends think I’d be attracted to. Seriously. And then there was the client’s brother that I met this week. He is a nice man, reasonably attractive, and I don’t want to date him. But he’s had such a run of bad luck lately, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying no. So I said yes. Then I cancelled at the last-minute. I hate to do that, but I tried to tell him I wasn’t ready to date!
I know. I suck.