I went on a date with a new guy, he was great. When I starting talking about my fascination with outer space, instead of saying, "wow, you're really weird" he said, "can I talk you to the planetarium next weekend?"
So basically, he was perfect.
He texted me the day of our planetarium date to ask if I would call him so we could "talk for a sec." Um sure, guy I like but don't really know that well...what could we possibly have to talk about? I'm supposed to see you in an hour and a half.
We had to talk about that fact that I was not going to see him in an hour and a half.
Guy: I'm really sorry, but I'm too busy with work. I feel like an asshole and I'm sick of feeling like an asshole for doing this to you for a month [reference is about previously broken plans that made him feel like an asshole], and I really like you but I just don't have time to date someone right now.
Me [in my head]: It sounds like you're breaking up with me. Are we dating? Wait, you can't be breaking up with me ... we aren't dating. Why do I feel like you're breaking up with me?
Me [out loud]: Okay.
Guy: I'm really sorry, I'm just too busy. But I mean, you can call me in a couple of weeks if you want.
Me [in my head]: Yes. As you are the busy one, it makes perfect sense that I would continue to call you in hopes that there may be a break in your schedule. That makes much more sense than you calling me if and when you become less busy.
Me [out loud]: I'm not going to call you.
I'm always the one who gets dumped, but this has got to be some kind of record. I was dumped before a relationship even began. Our relationship was negative days long before it ended.
The worst part is that I was actually upset about it. I couldn't even eat my bagel and I wanted to cry. And that is why I don't cuddle with people. Cuddling makes you unreasonably attached. I'm reverting back to my ice queen ways.
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