One of these days you’re going to check in to find a post about a wonderful date that I had with a man I met online and how bright our future looks together. Today isn’t that day.
Today is the sad, sad update to this guy. The one that I’ve seen all over town for the past year. The one that my friend wanted to set me up with a year ago and I said no. The one that I actually met in person the other night.
I went to a happy hour with one of my meetup groups and he was there! Yey. My chance to just walk up, introduce myself, make a cute reference to us both being Packers fans and viola’, love would bloom from there. Unfortunately, that’s not what really happened. The second he got there he started speaking with the ex boyfriend of one of my best girlfriends. As that relationship didn’t end well, let’s say that he’s not one of my biggest fans. Super. I did manage to walk over and introduce myself, but that was it as the daggers that my friend’s ex was shooting me via his look was a bit uncomfortable. Okay, I made contact and now I’d just wait for the swooning (on his part) to start. It didn’t. He ended up hanging with ex-bf the entire evening, so I left. Boo.
As will happen when I’m bored stiff, I logged onto POF the next day. And guess who came up in my ‘swipe left/right’ thing? Mr. Packer’s Fan! Fine. I’ll bite the bullet and send him a short message.
Me: Hi Mr. Packer’s Fan, I met you last night at happy hour. You wrote a terrific profile and it sounds like we have a lot in common! We could compare (referenced in his profile) gadgets sometimes. Anyway, I hope you’re having a great day. As you came up in my matches today, I just thought I’d say ‘hi’.
Of course, my anticipated outcome would be for him to pick up where I left off and indeed suggest meeting up to compare gadgets. Or to make reference to something in my profile. Or write anything to continue the dialogue. What I got instead was this:
Him: Hi Grey Goose, it was nice meeting you last night. I’ll be sure to keep my eyes out for you at the next happy hour.
Huh. Although pleasant enough, he may as well just have written ‘I’m not interested’. Boo. No clue how guys do it all the time. What a crappy feeling!