This post is actually a little power-tagged because, regret to inform, I actually didn’t end up going out with the guy I met on the T after The Slutcracker. Bummer, right? I was really psyched!
We were supposed to go out on Wednesday, but the snag was that we couldn’t meet until 10pm (which, considering we met on public transportation, raised the sketch to perilous new levels), because I had class ’til 9:30, and Wednesday was the only night I didn’t have jam-packed.
We’d texted a bit on the night that we met — just, like, “nice to meet you!” stuff — and on Wednesday I waited with, I hate to admit, embarrassing earnestness for a follow-up text. Nothing. Finally, around 6pm, I texted him: “We still on?” and twenty minutes later he texted to say he had an early meeting the next day and going out starting at 10pm was just way too late, but “wanna go out tomorrow?” But my Thursday was already overloaded, so I texted him: “Totally booked tomorrow.”
No response.
My female friends did the right thing and tried to convince me that it was impossible he would have lost interest a few days after seeing me, and that he made an earnest attempt to reschedule, etc, etc, etc, but I mean, dudes, he’s just not that into me. It’s cool. Really, there’s nothing lost here: I picked him up in a T station, like a crazy person, and we didn’t even know anything about each other, so, y’know, no big deal.
Man, though, I had been really psyched! I’m usually cool-to-lukewarm on people when I first meet them, and can’t abide touching, so it was pretty thrilling to meet someone whom I immediately wanted to, like, rub my face on. Whatever, though. There will be other guys, not on other trains, whom I’m sure I can rub my face on in future.
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Leaving for Vegas in a few hours, to spend Christmas with the fam! So, dude, if you’re a Vegas person I know irl and want to go out and have an adventure, let me know! Otherwise, see you cats on Monday with some uncharacteristic Vegas craziness.
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Hmmmm. I say one last follow up text when you get back after the holidays… I’ve only felt like that twice about a guy. Once was a stranger on the tube in London and my MOM was with me so there wasn’t a whole lot I could do even though he clearly felt the same way…
the other was B.
Just sayin’.
Dear, puppies are for “rubbing your face on,” NOT strangers.
Remember the lesson: “If a stranger offers you candy or a puppy, do you go with him?” The answer is “No thank-you!”
(then run and tell an adult). In this case the “stranger” you met might think that you are the “stranger.” Think about it. We can talk about this later in person or after the Manilow concert or was it Neil Diamond, who can remember these days?
He is a douchebag. And I hope this doesn’t offend you TKOG, but he fits the criteria- you’ve read my douchebag post, so I know you feel me. Anyway. I agree with TKOGMOM, you’re a “stranger” too. He’s probably not on an equally awesome mission to break out of his mold, like you are, and so socializes within the status quo. Doesn’t make his cold shoulder move suck any less, but it’s what I’d put my money on (PS, since you’re in Vegas soon, drop $5 on red for me. xo.)
Point is, and only if you’re up for it, I think you’re the one who’s going to have to give it the ‘ole one last try. Remember, not everyone you meet is going to be as outgoing and awesome as you are… but that’s the part that has the power to inspire, so rock out girl. You could be what he’s been waiting for.
Safe flight!
Oh jesus. I can’t wait until I hear these Vegas stories.
But hey, I wanted to say, I have been keeping my eye on shows lately, and obviously, everything gets all screwed up within my bar the weeks preceding christmas. But hey, I haven’t forgotten! Keep you posted, girl!
And, PS. I don’t want to hear “what happens in vegas stays in vegas” ONCE upon your return. Thanks.
I tried this a couple of times in Berlin, and as you may recall from the overly-long emails, my success rate was poor. One extremely awkward date, and then one maybe-he-got-hit-by-a-train situation where the guy called, then “lost signal” in the middle of the call, and didn’t respond to my text after. Maybe he DID get hit by a train, or maybe he was a dbag.
Anyway, it seems like such a good idea, but I personally can’t say much for its effectiveness. Still, live eyes-ing on the train is an amusing way to pass an otherwise dull commute.
He sounds lame. Definitely not worthy of your not that kind of girlness, which is nothing BUT awesome.
Have fun in Vegas!
Wow. Kind of surprised since it sounded like there was so much chemistry at the T.
Hmmm…. I’d send one more text after the holidays and then if nothing there is no more wondering. You never know….
I think you potentially blew it with the “totally booked” comment for Thursday after trying to squeeze him in on a Wednesday. (After 10pm? Maybe in college, but people work in the morning now.)
The right response is, “I’m totally booked Thursday, but I’m around X, Y and maybe Z.” If he’s interested, he’ll find a way to work with that. If not, he’ll give you the “I’ll call you.” If you liked him, text him again. I’d go with some version of “I’m sorry about being so busy. I still feel like meeting you would be fun, what do you think?”
Yeah, I think you’re right — “totally booked” may have been a bit harsh. I was already feeling on the defensive because I’d been waiting all day for his text and then was like, “omg, I can’t appear as though I’ve been waiting all day for the text.” I definitely also thought 10pm was too late, but it was try to set up a 10pm date, or else wait ’til after the holidays…
I think I’m going to go with the consensus and text him again when I’m back in town, just to see. No harm in trying one more time!
Sorry to hear that the plans with potentially exciting date didn’t work out. I met a guy on a train once, had coffee with him, but the spark of meeting a stranger who thought I was cute just wasn’t enough to keep it alive for more than an hour and a half. It was a nice ego boost, but not a sustainable venture. Consider yourself having saved that hour and a half of conversation and the countless hours obsessing over your clothes and hair that day!
I’m sorry the date didn’t work out, but you’re right there will be many more where he came from.. or not where he came from, but you know what I mean…
Have fun in Vegas and I can’t wait to hear all about it!!!
I’m fairly new to your blog and have been kind of living vicariously through you since I started reading. I was really looking forward to this date! I think you should definitely text him again when you’re back. It doesn’t sound to me like anything was wrong with the guy, he could have been waiting to hear from you just as you were waiting to hear from him. Of course, that might not be the case, but you never know. If he wasn’t drunk when you met there is no way he would have shown that much interest if he wasn’t really interested! :) You don’t have anything to lose by trying again.
You are so lucky you are in Vegas! I am super jealous!