Dating Daze

Sorry that I’ve kept you waiting so long for the next post. In my defense though, monkey see, monkey do. I recently learned the art of making people wait, (oh, and it’s an art form all right), from Mr. Perfect, a guy I’ve been seeing. I’ll keep his name as Mr. Perfect just to keep up the flow of the post and for your ease of comprehension. (Look at me, always thinking of others). But his latest behavior has definitely downgraded him to Mr. SoSo status. And that’s being generous. He’s Mr. Perfect in name only.

You see, this one took it upon himself not to call me for 10 days. 10 whole, entire days. A third of a month. 33.3% of a 30 day calendar month. Way too long to go without calling someone that you’re supposedly interested in. Completely unacceptable. Now I know he’s an extremely busy guy and works about 10 jobs while putting himself through school to get his Master’s degree. But, jeez Louise, a third of a month? I mean seriously, that’s a little ridiculous. That’s really pushing the envelope buddy. No man is an island.

To make it worse, he finally broke the silence with a text message. Not a call, not a stop-by, but a quick text. “Hey Cherie, how r u?” It wasn’t even fully written out either. I would be lying if I said that the abbreviation didn’t add to the audacity of it all. I felt like I had just gotten one of those t-shirts you get from your aunt when she comes back from a vacation in Hawaii. “I waited for a third of a month and all I got was this lousy text message.” Not enough. Not nearly enough.

It was almost comical when I finally spoke to him on the phone and told him that I was going to Miami next weekend for my birthday. He kept repeating, “Wow! I didn’t know you were going to Miami!” No, of course you didn’t. Maybe if you hadn’t waited a week and a half to call me, you would have known that plus a bunch of other interesting tidbits about me too.

What really floors me though, is that he wasn’t even concerned during those 10 days about missing his window of opportunity. There was no doubt in his mind that I would be here waiting when he was finally ready to talk.

The worst part is that he was absolutely right. So go the rules of dating phone etiquette. He can call whenever he wants, and I have to act like absolutely nothing is wrong. Which I thought I pulled off swimmingly, even though I did say, “I haven’t talked to you in FOREVER!” I meant for my comment to be just a conversation-filler, but in all honesty its tone may have been a tad accusatory. So sue me.

He responded by saying that some people get offended when you call them for just a second and then have to get off. He would rather not make the call at all then do it half-ass. I can appreciate his point of view, and I know it comes from a good place, being the Mr. Perfect that he is, but still. I just can’t shake the bad taste in my mouth from the whole experience.

My friends keep telling me, “It is what it is.” “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” They say I should be glad that he finally stepped up to the plate after the longest warm-up in dating history. He really didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no reason to be mad at him, he doesn’t owe me anything, blah blah blah. I read somewhere that if you tell yourself something over and over again, eventually you’ll start to believe it’s true. It can take up to two thirds of a month to finally kick in though.  And I’m kind of sick of waiting.

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