So I had to figure out how I was going to deal with this woman I went out with Sunday night (see "At least I liked the cake and booze."); I went out with the woman twice, I thought she at least deserved the courtesy of me telling her I'm not interested. I would certainly hate it if someone merely blew me off. And since I try to adhere to The Golden Rule as much as I can, I felt the situation warranted communication.
Little did I know it was going to turn into some fucking ordeal. Call her on the phone, talk for a few minutes, and it's done. No muss, no fuss. But, noooooooooooo, her phone's all fucked up (at least that was what I was told Saturday night): she can receive and make calls, but for some weird reason people are unable to hear what she's saying. Strange, right? So I was going to text her, but two of my gal pals told me I couldn't. But the only other option was to send her a message on the internet dating service where I met her (yeah, yeah, I'm trying online dating). Pook decided to do some research though Google (I was driving at the time and couldn't do it myself) and found that every piece of dating etiquette advice explicitly prohibits doing this sort of thing via text. So she told me to send a short message (well, yeah) to this lady's account on this site. A message on a dating site is better than a text? Sure, texting doesn't strike me as courteous either, but I would think it would be preferred over the alternative. I mean, it's still personal communication device to personal communication device. But Michelle agreed with Pook, so that's what I did. What a fucking headache. This shit nearly drained my phone battery.
This lack of dating success I'm finding a bit discouraging. All this effort I'm putting in and nothing to show for it (except for that one time...). At least with this young lady I was the one deciding not to pursue anything with a romantic bent. My ego got a much needed boost. Small, but an important one nonetheless.
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