It's been a while since I've been on a first date. Partly because it's summer and I've been busy having a good time with my friends. Partly because hunting for a job is like a second full time job. But mainly because I was seeing a guy who I thought had some potential.
We met through mutual friends and dated for 4 months. He is funny, smart, and maybe a little young for me. A few weeks ago I had to have surgery (I'm fully recovered and healing nicely). I didn't want to advertise this. But I did tell a handful of people. One of which was the dude I was dating. I told him about how scared I was to be knocked unconscious and that I didn't like the idea of strangers seeing my insides. I admit - I was a bit freaked out. He played it down and told me I was going to be great. While I was a bit disappointed about his reaction, I figured this is a lot to handle so maybe he's freaked out too. But, I expected for him to be there for me throughout this ordeal. I needed him.
The day of the surgery came and went with no word from my dude. I reached out to him and received a generic response. Had he actually forgotten what I had told him? The days were passing and I was starting to feel like there was no use waiting.
I didn't want to end up like this:
Eventually, I received a text that read "Hey, how you feeling?" But it was too late. If he can't be there for me when things are bad, he's not meant to be there for me when things are good. When the going got tough, he was nowhere to be found.
Since we are part of the same social circle, I decided to let this roll off my back. We will still be friendly if and when we do run into each other. But our summer romance is over. Perfect timing since summer is about to end as well.
I decided I'm ready to re-enter the dating scene. This neglectful pseudo-boyfriend isn't worth another moment of my time. With a positive outlook, I have put my profile up on a new internet dating site and am ready to get back out there.
So the moral of the story is:
When the going gets tough, the tough join Jdate... or something like that.


2 comments:
What a jerk! You deserve so much better, Toni. Kudos to you for realizing it! Go get 'em :-)
Thanks, Becca! :)
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