I was talking to my sister last night. I called her for advice… She’s probably the only person on the planet that knows me… really gets me. I called her because I needed a dose of reality. We discussed many things, identified some fun things to blog about…. and we talked about my Saturday night date, who I will call, Mr. BuSy. Mr. BuSy originally contacted me about a month ago. We emailed for about a week, while he was traveling for business and then ended the week with a really great phone call. He finished the conversation with ‘let’s try to set something up for next weekend’. I never heard from him again… Until Friday.
Friday night I was fiddling on my computer when I get an email from Mr. BuSy. ‘I’ve had a busy month, I was dealing with some health issues’… blah blah blah. Of course, it’s all quite possible and I suppose it’s equally possible that he had broken all his fingers and had his vocal cords snipped. Let’s face it, if he was truly interested, he would’ve contacted me to let me know. However, since he did apologize, I made the decision to give Mr. BuSy the benefit of the doubt, and agreed to a phone call, which then lead to our date on Saturday night.
The date was pretty wonderful… Dinner lasted 4+hours. There was definitely chemistry which he confirmed with words and actions– ‘This was probably my best first date ever’, ‘There’s definitely going to be a second date’… blah blah blah. I was attracted to Mr. BuSy on so many levels and it seemed he felt similarly. (YES, I broke dating rule #1… Don’t let your emotions get involved too soon).
So after a lovely kiss goodnight, I went home floating on cloud nine and feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time. As the hours passed, I looked back fondly on our date. Of course, all the positives were being highlighted in my mind. As the days passed, however, I started feeling confused. By last night I was feeling downright depressed. I didn’t call or text, because I’m old school and believe if a guy is really interested, he’ll move heaven and earth to make it happen. Maybe he was too busy? Maybe he had more health issues that prevented him from sending a quick text? blah, blah, blah. The truth is, if he was able to log into Match last night, then he was more than able to contact me… YES… I LOOKED!
So I called my sister, nearly in tears, to get some insight. She had to agree– if he was truly interested, he would’ve made the effort to be in touch by now. At first, I tried to rationalize his behavior… He’s probably just really busy at work. Maybe he had family issues that needed his attention? blah blah blah… Ugh… the mind is a scary thing when it tries to drown out the voice of reason.
My sister has this great way of asking question so that you’ll arrive at the truth on your own (a true gift). What was my truth? He’s just not into me… enough. I know myself and I know I need more than the bare minimum to be happy. So what if Mr. BuSy sticks to his pattern and contacts me a month from now… I hope to say (thanks dear sis!)… “I haven’t heard from you in a month and have since moved on… I’m sorry, but I am no longer available”. That might actually be a true statement… Remember Bachelor #2? He called again last night and we have a third date set for next week