After several exasperatingly pointless texts, to which I was always compelled to respond by sheer civility than anything else, Tarek works up the courage to actually set a date, I just go long with it, I always send a half heartedly “sure” or “why not”.
His last text read “how about a drink early evening on Sunday” I thought this was an easy option which should he cancel on me last minute I wouldn’t care as much as if it was a Saturday night date cancellation. So I agree with a derisory “OK” but true to form the date never happened.
Needless to say he never asked me out again, which is a shame as a date with him would have given me plenty of material for the blog.
The saga continues however as I received another text over the weekend, asking if I had forgotten about him, baffling stuff really, I responded “Hi Tarek, yes I am fine thx, hope you’re good” he responded “wow, an answer! I am so happy you’re doing well darling, lets talk soon”
Seriousely? Seriousely? Talk soon? Darling? Why bother?
What I deduct from this behaviour is that this guy is not interested and is clearly trying to keep me on the back burner, however, I am not interested either to be on his front or back burner, and have made it quite clear but he insists on keeping in touch through pathetic efforts and awkward, spelling mistake-riddled texts,
It is usually the case for a lot of men, either afraid to let the women down harshly so they attempt it gently but never quite get the hang of it, if you’re not into me, you’re not into me, I can live with it, just don’t waste my time with theses mixed messages and when you grow a pair and realise what you want, call me instead of assaulting me with your badly grammared texts.
Stay tuned for more non-dates stories…even though I am never dating again.