After I picked myself up and dusted my knees off from the tumble of the "California Prince not so Charming" I moved forward in life like I always do. Here are the next two encounters of my dating journey ...
My first date out of the gate was with a guy named Mike, whom I met through a couple I know. We actually met for the first time at a BBQ at the couple's house and he seemed nice. I wasn't quite sure there was a connection there but I agreed to see him again and go out to dinner. Meanwhile we communicated through text since cause no one actually uses their phone to speak through it, most especially guys.
So, he picked me up and we went to a local Austin hot spot and it was fun, a little awkward, yet fun. I decided to go ahead and go out with him one more time to see...
We met for dinner a few nights later where I received my answer: "No but heck no there is not a connection here" I got to hear about his day off, Dr's appointments, gout - yep, he told me why he went to the Dr and left no detail out. *sigh* I pushed through and made it through the end of the date where there was no doubt in my mind he was not the one for me. I am not a person that has a problem talking to anyone or finding something to talk about but this particular evening, it was a challenge. We received the bill and headed to the car and the whole time I was thinking "Please don't try to kiss me" I arrived at my car went in for a side hug and told him thanks for dinner,
We texted briefly the next day where I proceeded to tell him that I just didn't feel a connection between us. I later found out he told our mutual friends, "I think she could have showed more initiative" - Hmmm..
NEXT!!!
Picture it hot June night in Round Rock, Texas. You arrive to the Round Rock ballpark to meet a blind date and you see him for the first time and you think "huh, he's actually pretty cute and tall" and you even might be as crazy to think there is a connection. The evening goes well,we seemed mutually interested in each other. We go on 2-3 more dates and then he got TOWED! Yep, towed! In fact a few of my friends still refer to him as "Towed"
At the time I was living at a town home and you could not park on the street, there were even signs that said so! We were headed over to BBQ with some friends and I told him I would drive since I knew where we were going. He asked me "You think my car is ok here or should I move it" Me: "It will be fine, it is Saturday" this is where my amnesia set in and forgot about the "no parking" on the street rule. We returned back to my house around midnight and guess what? Yep, his car was not there. *sigh* Which the thought had crossed my mind that it had been stolen not towed. So, not a whole lot you can do at midnight when you are not sure if your car was stolen or towed. So, I parked him on the couch for the evening and proceeded to go upstairs and call it a night.
Which, later I realized he was not at all happy about. I'm guessing he thought I owed it to him to have sex because..
1. HE thought we were far enough along in our relationship that it was time
2. I was the one that told him it was ok to park on the street
He is right about #2, my fault, I owned it, I said I was sorry a thousand times...
The next morning I find a very grumpy and irritated good looking tall fellow in my living room. We call the Leander police and find out the car was towed and where... I dropped him off he paid $200.00 (which he was later reimbursed for by my landlord) to get his car and I didn't hear from him the rest of the day.
We had one more date after that which, I thought did not go to well and two days later I got a text at 6:00AM in the morning "I just don't think things are working out"
To this day I am still not sure if it was because I wouldn't have sex with him or because I got his car towed...
I didn't respond, I moved on!
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