Or, more accurately, ‘Thank Fucking God’. I’m sure I’ve written many (many) posts with this same title in my decade of online dating. Sometimes the universe looks out for me. Mostly though, it just likes to fuck with me. This time it was the former.
Sooooo, my date that I had set up for tomorrow night; the one with the guy that I had messaged with over the summer. The one with the guy that overshares about all the feels. The one that got pissed at me when we 1st messaged all those months ago and did the online equivalent of stomping off in a huff because he felt I wasn’t responding to his messages quickly enough. Yeah, that one.
To be clear, when I am not overly excited about someone (or even if I am), I am not available 24/7 to immediately respond to messages from guys online. My response time is further delayed if their questions are annoying. I almost always respond the same day. Usually within an hour. I will admit, that if/when I’m having a senior moment, I may actually forget. That happens pretty rarely. I will usually respond as soon as I see the message. Contrary to popular belief, I am not constantly glued to my phone or computer. No, really.
So, Mr Feelings messaged me late last night with a stupendous ‘Hope you’re having a great day’. Which, by the way, doesn’t even make sense to send that at 10pm at night unless he thinks I’m a vampire and my day is just starting. As I’m not a big fan of going onto Plenty of Fish late night as apparently it signals every single unsavory to message me, I responded this morning. With an exceptionally bland, yet nice ‘My day was terrific, thank you. I hope you have a terrific day!’
As I’m sitting at my pedicure today, I get a notification that he messaged me. You can imagine my excitement. By the time I actually checked to read his message an hour later, he had already blocked me. WTF?! As the idiot had to go the extra mile of sending a message before doing so, I was still able to look it up in my received messages file. The big baby had sent “I’m cancelling our date tomorrow night as I feel that if you’re going to meet someone, you should want to find out about them”. Uhm, what the holy fuck is he talking about? We were meeting tomorrow night. And we’d already messaged ad nauseam 1st time around.
Wanna know the saddest part of all of this? Well, besides the fact that I don’t much care that he cancelled and blocked me? The fact that I couldn’t respond back! Damn.