You have only a few options, as far as I can tell:
- Set up an anonymous blog (creates the different problem of getting readers).
- Date people who don’t know how to use the internet (creates the different problem of limiting your options–significantly, in my case).
- Just freaking do it.
So, I’m going to take option #3. This obviously creates a different problem as well, but I’m sort of not interested in being coy, so I’ll just describe my feelings about these guys, rather than the guys themselves.
Here is a brief synopsis of my recent dating experiences, in the form of a tally. On the off chance that YOU happen to be one of these guys, it shouldn’t be too difficult to figure out which of these apply to you.
Wow, I can’t believe I did that: 3
Wow, I can’t believe he did that: 0 (I think this is relevant.)
He hasn’t called, what a relief: 2
He hasn’t called, what a bummer: 1
He called, yay! 1
He keeps calling, ugh: 1
Looking at it in this simplified way forces me to admit that the guys who didn’t call irk me the most. It’s not just the bruised ego. Only one non-caller actually disappointed me. No, I’m irked because they told me they would. And they didn’t. And that just makes me feel icky.
The irked and icky in me would therefore like to get up on a soapbox and tell you all how it is. I would always rather someone tell me the hard truth (they don’t actually like me that much, they don’t want to go out with me again, they think knitting is going to bring about the apocolypse), then tell me an easy lie. Always. Every time. No exceptions.
