I had a great weekend hanging out with Ben and Elisha in MD. Pictures will be posted soon. But, unfortunately this is going to be a bitch-blog. I would like to rant about dating, more specifically my experiences (or lack thereof) with Match.com.
I have come to the disturbing conclusion that there is not a single man within a 50-mile radius under the age of 40 that wants to date me. Shocking, I know.
I’ve barely gotten any emails. I emailed 3 people that sounded interesting and have gotten no responses. And it kind of irritates me, because I always respond to people. Even if it’s just hitting the “I’m not interested” button, at least I acknowledge their existence.
Then finally, a guy started messaging me who sounded cool. We had lots of things in common and we had interesting email conversations. He seemed smart and funny. Then we talked on the phone and all seemed to well. He asked me if I wanted to go out, and I said I did but that it would have to wait for about a week because I was about to go home for Thanksgiving. He said this was fine and we would talk later. He emailed me 2 or 3 days later while I was at home and I replied.
That was over a week ago. I haven’t heard anything back so I believe I am now in “blow off” territory. At first I thought that maybe I said something in that last email that was offensive or repellent in some way. But that can’t be it, because it pretty much said, “My Thanksgiving was good. I was happy to see my family and friends. How was yours?”
Maybe he found someone else more interesting or just isn’t interested in me anymore. I’m fine with that. I don’t really care that much. I just think it would be common courtesy to grow some balls and give me some sort of response.
I find that the lack of testicular fortitude is widespread in the twenty-something white-male population. Seriously, white guys never hit on me, unless they’re totally smashed. I refuse to believe this is due to a lack of hotness on my part, because I’m totally smokin’ (although you wouldn’t know it from the pictures Elisha took this weekend). Rather, I attribute it to their need to find courage in the bottom of a beer glass. I have been admonished by guys before because they say, “You can initiate things too, you know!”
My response to this is twofold:
1) I really don’t think I should have to.
2) When I do, I inevitably get screwed (and not in a good way).
So now I will cease the overuse of parentheses and invite insights and comments, because I’m stumped. Really.