|On my own…|
Ah the Houdini act. The longer I date a guy, the worse it feels when it inevitably happens to me. The one good thing is that now I know when it’s about to happen. I get the “I’ll call you” line.
For any women who don’t know what this means, let me translate. In guy speak, “I’ll call you” means “I think you are hideous and never want to see you again, but I’m not man enough to say thanks but no thanks to you.”
Fair warning men of Sacramento. If you give me that line, I’m calling you on it. I will snort derisively and roll my eyes. My reply will be “Ah yes, like I haven’t heard that one before. Maybe next time you grow a pair and just tell me you don’t want to see me again.”
To sum up, the last guy I dated disappeared after 4 dates. No warning, no good bye, just nothing. The most annoying part is that I let him lead me on for two weeks thinking there was a slight chance my gut was wrong. Maybe he would call when he got back from his vacation. He didn’t. He didn’t even return my last call. I called to invite him out to a shindig. He didn’t even have the balls to call me and say, “Sorry, but I can’t go. I don’t think this is going to work out.”
All I want is a little closure. I can’t call him and bitch him out. It will do no good. Instead, you people get to read about his antics on my blog.
Another fair warning, if you men of Sacramento do date me, you will end up here. Why? Because you will do something stupid and cowardly and I have to warn the other women. If you act like a real man, I probably won’t write about you. No one wants to read about all that mushy stuff.
So, Sacramento…you will continue to be regaled with tales of my pathetic love life. At least a pathetic love life is better than none at all, right?