6:45 a.m. 2008-11-25
Early morning rant.
We have a new one.
Instead of "Its not you, its me" its "We're not a good fit."
Not a good fit. As though dating were a pair of shoes that seemed like a good idea on the shelf but once you got your feet in them they pinch and hurt.
Not a good fit...
I feel like after a weekend such as mine, that I'm walking away empty from, I should get something..."Thanks for trying the dating game, we're all emotionally unavailable, but here are these love Ginsu knives!"
Ok...maybe knives at this point aren't such a smart idea but you follow my meaning.
In talking to my mom last night she said something like "You know, you can do everything right, its not that you're making a misstep or being weird or anything...its just not the right time."
Well its been not the right time for an extended period of time. When exactly does the Caitlin Doomsday Clock run out,I wonder?
So my coworkers will have me being surly to deal with this morning and frankly...I don't care. Thank heavens its a short week.
One of my other friends asked me if I like internet dating. No. Not really. Its too impersonal, too cold, sort of man-shopping online where there's no physical reaction, meeting in person is awkward to say the least, and for me, always seems to end in a dead end. But there's no other options, really. Going out to bars. No. Theater. Ummm...really? No. Getting set up by friends? I have no friends who have single male friends. So no. So there's the internet.
*sigh*
I'll be better later, don't you worry, but I think I'm going to mope for a little while longer. Its not even that I wanted Date 3 to work out that badly...not even that I was madly in love...I just thought he was interesting. More interesting than the others I've talked to. But who am I to judge. A lot of my other dates weren't good fits for me.
Its not me. Its him.
-Caitlin
