“Sorry, I can’t do today. I went on a date last night and it went really well and it would feel wrong to go on another one.”
That message from The Gemini started my day at 7:03am. Excellent. Just what I wanted. Just what I needed. My opinions on dating right now are already pretty bad and then the one guy I actually thought I liked ditches me for another girl who, just yesterday, he told me he liked me more than.
I respect his honesty. I appreciate his honesty too. At least he’s not leaving me hanging or being a jerk and raising the hopes of two girls at the same time. At least he cut it short before we actually met. I appreciate that. Except I don’t. I didn’t know how to deal with it. It’s exactly the kind of thing I would have said to a man yet when I was faced with the same reality, I didn’t appreciate it at all. It actually made me feel a little stupid. How stupid of me to let my hopes get a little raised by a man that, for once, seemed to have a few morals. A diamond in the rough if you like?
How am I meant to respond to that? What the fuck am I meant to say to that? I went with:
“Oh no worries! Hope it all works out for you :)”
To which he replied:
At least I handled it with dignity which I’ll be honest, took some fucking doing at seven in the morning. I hadn’t even peed yet. I’d barely opened my eyes. Talk about kick a girl when she’s down… Lol. I’m really not laughing. We all know I’m not a morning person. At all. In the slightest. Don’t fucking talk to me unless you have tea and even then there’s no need to talk to me, just pass me the godamn mug. Oh it’s a cup? I don’t do cups of tea. I do mugs of tea. Don’t bother. I’ll do it my-fucking-self.
Oh yeah, that’s what I’m like in the morning. The Gemini got a lucky escape!
Seriously though, UGH! What the fuck. It’s pretty ironic how last night I hid my profile to give him my all and this morning he dumps me because he probably got laid last night. Good luck to him though. I hope she treats him good, he seemed like a really good guy. Bitch. Sorry, I don’t mean that. Slut. Ugh. Whatever. I’m a little bitter okay?
I deleted his number. I deleted his chat thread too. Why? Because I don’t want to be second best and if it was to fail with her and he gave me a text, I would feel second best. He didn’t even give me a chance. That’s fine, I’m trying not to be a whiny bitch but it did kinda dent my ego a little. My feelings are a little bruised. Its cool, I’ll dust myself off. I have Plan B – the psychoanalyst criminal guy. It’s all gravy. I’m not a total whack-job. I didn’t even meet the guy.
Can’t believe I got ditched though. I’m very envious of this girl. She’s clearly bagged herself a very decent gentleman. I hope it’s all good for them. Kinda… No seriously I do. OK I don’t. A little. Whatever.