Craptastic all around...

In the spirit of bad Valentine's Days...I had a unique experience last week.

Remember the little drummer boy? Who stood me up last Saturday night after asking me out for drinks ("definitely!" on Saturday)? After a glass or two of wine on Thursday night, I sent him a text as follows:

"So, did something happen to you on Saturday or should I just assume you went out of your way to get in touch with me only to stand me up and hurt me?"

Of course I did not expect any response, but thought if it makes him feel like crap to read that (even for 10 seconds) it's worth it.

Then Friday afternoon he responded - yes, ladies, that's right - he actually responded! His response was:

"I'm sorry I didn't do it to hurt you. I had a great time with you, but after much thought I felt you talked ALOT about your exes and it seemed like the money thing is a really big deal to you. You're a great girl and I'm sorry I wasted your time but I think you'd be better for someone else"

I was dumbfounded. In retrospect, this is not that bad, but at the time I took it very hard, and was very upset.

Luckily I've now moved into the anger phase - first of all, he has every right to his own opinion and to not be interested, but that does NOT excuse his very rude and flaky behavior. Second, I was not talking about my "exes" - girls, I think this is an easy trap to fall into - it all starts with "so, how has your experience been with online dating?" and of course the natural tendency is to tell your bad first date stories. He was laughing along with them at the time, but now here it is thrown back in my face. Third, HE is the one who brought up money first, saying he didn't think he "met my requirements" according to my profile and telling me how much he makes during our first phone conversation. I agree we probably got too much into it for a first date, but his memory is very selective.

And nice that it took him a month and a half (and asking me out on another date) for him to realize just how offensive I was on our first date. So a big effing WHATEVER to you, little drummer boy - good luck to you....

In other news, it's been a long (and inevitable) time coming, but I have finally had to accept the fact that it's over between me and my original Chicago boy (who is still in his crappy marriage despite telling me he was in the process of ending it a year ago). This is for the best, of course, but it still hurts a lot.

Trying to hold it together.....