As you know, I met The Neuroscientist on Monday, who, on paper, should have been the man of my dreams. Unfortunately, in person, he turned out to be a slight man, and in all honesty his sense of humor (while he did have one) was a bit lame. And with John Boy occupying my time (until he left the country yesterday for two weeks) I just didn't know what to do about The Neuroscientist when he requested the pleasure of my company for a second time. Luckily, he asked via email, so I was able to stall until I figured out what to do. During which time I had my first (and certainly not last) make out session with John Boy. Eventually, he shot me a text message asking if I wanted to go hiking the next day, and I couldn't stall anymore. I consulted Scarlet and Grayer, and Scarlet told me I just needed to give him the rejection. (Grayer was too busy with HOG to answer her phone. Hmph.) We also decided that you can reject via the same form of communication as the offer came. But how to word the rejext? (Rejection + text = rejext)
We (Scarlet and I) decided to go the same route as Halpert, when he rejexted me. We told him that I had just started seeing someone (which is essentially true, albeit temporary). The Neuroscientist responded in a few minutes by saying "No worries :) I had fun hanging out with you the other day." That kind of made me feel bad, but not bad enough to change my mind. So does this mean I'm in for some bad dating karma? Because I don't think mine could really get any worse.
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Refusing to be a Fuckwit
After I inadvertantly (and enthusiastically!) agreed that The Dropout should call me some time at the end of our date, I knew I couldn't keep stringing him along. Luckily, I was hitting the road for the weekend, and he knew I would be out of town. However, on Friday, he sent me a Happy Friday, have a great weekend! text. I figured I should ignore it, but as Scarlet pointed out, ignoring texts can also be construed as fuckwittage, and I want to stear cleer of that. So I called up John Boy to get a guy's opinion. I asked him if he would prefer to be rejected by a girl before the weekend or after. He gave me the answer I wanted to here: after the weekend will work just fine.
But of course The Dropout didn't wait for me to return. He left me a message before I got back into town, asking me out this week. I took a deep breath and called him back (no wonder guys avoid this part, it kinda sucks), but got his voicemail. Then it occured to me: should I just break the news on his voicemail? Would leaving him a message be sending him false hope? I ended up leaving him a (rather distressed sounding?) voicemail, telling him to call me back. He did. I told him I didn't think it was going to work out. He told me he appreciated his honesty, and did he freak me out with the whole recovery thing? I told him that wasn't it (because it was really only part of it), and wished him luck.
When I was retelling this story to John Boy (who I've become very flirtatious friends with), he was surprised I called him back. Apparently, John Boy would only call a girl back if he still wanted to be friends, but if he didn't, he wouldn't call. I called him a fuckwit. In a completely unrelated note, he later told me I "was like a dude with long hair," then before hanging up (an hour later) asked me in an intentionally creepy voice what I was wearing. I know it's wrong to flirt with a man I rejected, but why does it feel so right?
But of course The Dropout didn't wait for me to return. He left me a message before I got back into town, asking me out this week. I took a deep breath and called him back (no wonder guys avoid this part, it kinda sucks), but got his voicemail. Then it occured to me: should I just break the news on his voicemail? Would leaving him a message be sending him false hope? I ended up leaving him a (rather distressed sounding?) voicemail, telling him to call me back. He did. I told him I didn't think it was going to work out. He told me he appreciated his honesty, and did he freak me out with the whole recovery thing? I told him that wasn't it (because it was really only part of it), and wished him luck.
When I was retelling this story to John Boy (who I've become very flirtatious friends with), he was surprised I called him back. Apparently, John Boy would only call a girl back if he still wanted to be friends, but if he didn't, he wouldn't call. I called him a fuckwit. In a completely unrelated note, he later told me I "was like a dude with long hair," then before hanging up (an hour later) asked me in an intentionally creepy voice what I was wearing. I know it's wrong to flirt with a man I rejected, but why does it feel so right?
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