Houston, He Had a Problem

Well, dear Cupid has gone and back-handed my ego. Because Marky Mark has implemented a level 8 fade out. No call, no text, no message in a bottle thanking me for a lovely evening. This was the mother of all fades.

Apparently I wasn't aware I was only being sold a day pass and was not meant to be a season ticket holder to Pilotville. Perhaps he had too much...baggage. Maybe his call was...delayed. What if his heart was....ok I'll stop.

Anyway, I know I've blown guys off before, so yeah I know it will happen to me too and blah blah blah. What I'd really like to do is just start having exit interviews with suitors who are no longer interested in working for my company.

Or have one of those bumper stickers you see on the back of semis that reads "How's My Driving?" How's My Dating?

But I guess, in the end, the "pretend like we never met" move is info enough. And not to sound like I'm trying to nurse my bruised ego, because there's no denying I got straight up denied, but in the grand scheme of things, we weren't a match made in heaven. I was blinded by his cuteness. And there was something about his innocence that was charming.

But he talked about himself almost the entire time. And he said his entire family hated books.

He's also girl crazy. Like a 13-year-old boy. He told me he was in Vegas earlier this summer with his younger brother, and he saw this line of women waiting for a show, so he dragged his brother over to wait in the line, since it was ALL GIRLS. OMG! GIRLS! Well he said they were all talking to him and he figured they all loved him. (He probably had his pilot's uniform on.) Then he found out they were in line for a Chippendales revue. Although he never mentioned whether they attended...


I'd like to say this experience has made me see the softer side of dating, and perhaps in the future I'll blow guys off in a more sensitive way. But that's just not true. Even though one guy gave me the 'ol heave-ho doesn't mean I should lower my standards so that I avoid future rejection.

While it does suck to be the one denied, I'd be a fool to wallow in one guy's opinion. Therefore, it's time for one obligatory ice cream facial and then I'm on to bigger and cuter things.

It's always exciting to wonder who's around the corner...