Ok guys (probably girls) ... or whoever is reading this. I think I am really really done with this blog and done with my depressing musings on the glamorous life of a single girl online dating.
I have gone on many first dates, a handful of second dates, and two of the the few and far between third dates. Past that... I don't really know what happens because it isn't happening to me!
Last weekend recap: I was all ready to go excited for the weekend! I had three dates planned two of which I thought were going to go pretty well from my texting and flirting with the guys.
Cue Saturday night: I got into a nice shirt (not too much boob-age showing), jeans, and cute flats, curled my hair and did pretty plain makeup with no eyeliner but a bit of sparkly eyeshadow. I had a mani-pedi earlier in the day so that I don't look like an actual poor college student. I felt like a million bucks and was ready to meet this guy! I got on the bus (real glamorous) and headed up to Cambridge.
I entered the bar and I saw the guy who I knew was my date sitting kind of slumped over drinking a beer and he didn't look particularly excited to be there. I put my stuff down went to the restroom, and came back and ordered a beer as well. Our initial conversation started off kind of awkward (as many "blind" dates do) but once we started talking we had a lot to talk about! We talked and ate some dinner and had some drinks for FIVE hours at the bar. About three hours in I was like "ummm do you want to split the check?" The check was just sitting there staring at us from the glass it was sitting in on the bar and neither of us had said anything about it. He said no he would take care of it but somehow convinced me to get another drink and stay for another two hours (I didn't mind). Finally it was midnight and I started to get things to wrap up and he offered to give me a ride home which I accepted. We walked to the parking lot and I gave him Google Maps directions to my apartment. Once we got back we kissed.... fast forward to the morning and he leaves my apartment early to go do whatever he has to do.
I thought this was by far the best date I've had in a long long time ( a few years) and definitely the best date that I've had since online dating. But alas, now it is Wednesday and he hasn't asked me out for another date. How long do you wait before taking matters into your own hands and asking for the next date? A few days? A week? Never?
This is my predicament that I have run into and is why I want to be done with this whole online dating/game playing thing. I thought it might make it easier to have this pool of men who are available and ready to date and be open to a relationship. But, it doesn't seem to make much of a different whether I meet them online or in a bar. Eventually shit hits the fan and the dating relationship dissolves.
Update to come on what happens this coming few weeks (I'm staying optimistic!)
P.S. If anyone actually is reading this please comment so I know you're there :)
