…happen.
Back to my old tricks again juggling a few online guys at a time this past month, one from Match and three from eHarmony. The first guy from eHarmony disappeared after a few emails back and forth. The second guy from eHarmony bored me to tears over email, telling me random crap about himself like, “I could eat a whole jar of peanut butter.” Yup, that was its own paragraph. We weren’t talking about food or passions or weaknesses, he just threw that information out there. This now left me with the third guy from eHarmony and the guy from Match.
The guy from Match is half black and half Italian and claimed in his profile that that was the best of both worlds. After ogling over his pictures, I wasn’t going to argue with him. We texted during the week and on Thursday we settled on Saturday morning to meet. But that was it. When I didn’t hear from him on Friday evening, I shot him a quick text asking if he still wanted to meet and when. He text back saying, “Anytime…we can do lunch.” I replied asking when, where, and all that jazz, hoping to get some details. Never heard back.
Saturday morning rolls around, I head out for a run, get home, shower, eat something, and then sit to watch a little TV. Finally, at 11:58am, I get a text:
Mr. No-Show: Afternoon, great day for a run
Zia’s thoughts: Are you freakin’ kidding me? I thought you wanted to meet for lunch. Why the hell are you just texting me now, at noon!?
Zia’s response (at 12:11pm): It was a nice day for a run.
Mr. No-Show (at 12:42pm): Are you familiar with “such’n’such?”
Zia’s thoughts: Dude, it’s been a half an hour, where the hell did you disappear to?
Zia’s response (at 12:47pm): No, I don’t really know that area.
He sent a few texts in a row to set up a place. And again, I had to ask what time. At 1:09pm he tells me…
Mr. No-Show: I was thinking 2.
I did not see this for a few minutes so he texted again asking if that was okay.
Zia’s thoughts: Are you freakin’ kidding me? That means I have twenty minutes to make myself presentable for a first meet! I hope you are not expecting glitz and glam.
Zia’s response: Yeah.
As I cursed out this unknown man while I put my make-up on in a hurry, I decided he’d get a made up face but jeans and a t-shirt are as fashionable as I was getting.
I hopped in my car and realized I was going to be about five minutes late. Sent him a text to tell him. Five minutes later I get a text.
Mr. No-Show: Runnin late
Zia’s thoughts: MoTheR F*cKeR. You picked this time and now you can’t even show up for it!?
Zia’s response: About how long? Ten-fifteen minutes? If so, I’m gonna run to Barnes & Nobel real quick.
Zia’s thoughts: If he ends up being later, at least I’ll have something to do and it’ll be a good meeting place.
He tells me fifteen minutes and I tell him to let me know when he parks.
It was a holiday weekend. When I left the parking garage, I saw that the restaurant we decided on was packed. Sent him a text about a different place that was next to B&N. He said okay.
About fifteen minutes later, I check out at B&N, walk back to my car, place my bag in the car, and then finally get a call from Mr. No-Show asking where the restaurant is. Told him where and to let me know when he’s parked. I walk back to the restaurant and stand out front and patiently wait…and wait…and wait…and then impatiently wait. I get a phone call saying he doesn’t see the restaurant. I asked if he was on foot or in his car. He hesitated, “in my car.”
Zia’s thought: WTF!? It’s a city strip, everything you need to get to is on foot. Park! Park! PARK! Is this your first day off the short bus?
Again, I told him to find parking and got off the phone. At this point I was annoyed and irritated. No condition to meet someone for the first time. And now I’m getting rained on. Screw it. Sent him a text telling him I had to take off. As I set foot into the parking garage I get a reply.
Mr. No-Show (at 3:28pm): I just parked.
For anyone doing the math, that was an hour and a half after we were “scheduled” to meet.
I have said it before and like a broken record I’ll say it again – PLANNING! Show me you put a little thought into meeting me. I don’t think I’m asking for much. I would just like to go out with a guy that is actually interested in meeting me, maybe even a little excited, and actually puts in a little effort into planning the date. That’s what I get for trying to go on a date with a hot guy. Why would they put in much effort, they don’t usually have to, right?
This now leaves me with the third guy from eHarmony. I’m utilizing their free communication month. We have progressed to emailing and hopefully will chat this weekend. However, I have yet to see a picture. But after this experience, here’s to hoping he is butt-ass ugly.