Recently I took a little day trip to (location name changed to protect the innocent) to meet a guy. I don't normally do that (see first entry re: cow tongue), but it was (appealing locale) so no matter what it wouldn't be a total loss. The guy is very nice, and we discussed ahead of time that he was on a bit of a budget due to various issues. Which is part of the reason I made the trip and not visa versa.
So I had to get a tire changed on my car for this trip. It needed to be done anyway so I can't really whine about that. But it was an expense. Then I drove over there. Then I paid for all day parking. Then ...we went DUTCH on EVERYTHING. I mean...everything. Which wasn't even expensive. I had a salad for lunch, and a glass of wine. Later for "dinner" I had a mushroom appetizer and another glass of wine. Then before I left town, I got a coffee...and he didn't even pay for that. Didn't offer to top off my tank. Didn't offer me a $20. Then the next day asked when I was coming back.
Um...when you fucking pay for something?
Look, I understand hardship. I'm not a bitch. I'm a modern woman and I'm cool. And I totally get things being tight. I didn't expect a 5 star dinner. Maybe just a gesture of picking up one of the tabs??? Come the fuck on. This was overboard dutchness.
RUDE.
Also rude: going on two really enjoyable and awesome dates, where he did NOT make me go dutch and then completely disappearing without a word. Before date 1: "I am pretty determined to make you my girlfriend. I hope you like me. I really like you". Date 1=great. He "can't wait for date 2" Date 2 - even better than date 1. Put air in my low tire, hugged me, paid for dinner, we laughed a lot. Talked about things we were going to do, about how our oldest kids have a lot in common, about him taking the boys fishing...all that.
then...
crickets.
WTF??
This is not an isolated incident. And I'm too tired to go into all my theories about it right this minute, so bookmark this thought an we will revisit it:
ANALYSIS PARALYSIS.
I always title my blog entries after I've written them. I didn't plan to write these two dates into one blog. and then I realized...THEY ARE BOTH CANCERS! boom!! It doesn't really fit my understanding of the sensitive family oriented cancer. But there is some weird common thread.
My ex husband is a cancer. and a couple years ago I dated a cancer for 3/4 of a year and we went no where. so maybe cancers ARE commitment-phobes. In fact, the 3/4 year cancer also made me pay for my own stuff regularly after driving to see him.
Yes ...judge me. go ahead. I'm learning. slowly.
At the end of this. will there be any one left suitable for dating or mating? sigh...
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