I scheduled a date for the first time in months, so of course there was a tornado. When we rescheduled, Dallas flooded. The fourth time that we tried to get together, he got sick. We still haven’t been on a date.
Aaron and I met at school, where he worked. We saw each other infrequently, but enough to know that we liked each other. Since I knew that I was graduating in December and wouldn’t see him again, I flirted with him hard and emailed him my number, which he texted almost immediately. SCORE!
We got to know each other over a week or two. I didn’t like everything that I learned; for example, his daughter is 12. That means teen drama, which majorly sucks. Plus, his house was about 40 minutes from mine. Add that to the fact that he is working a second job out of necessity, equals not the best situation. Still, he is cute and fun and we made each other laugh. I figured if nothing else, we could have a little fun hanging out.
So we scheduled a date. I looked forward to it all week, but when the appointed Saturday arrived (December 19), he texted me, “I need to reschedule, because I’m a little light.”
Meaning, he’s broke. Can I pick ‘em, or what?
I mentioned this in a previous blog (Success! And Netflix and Chill), and talked about my internal struggle over how to answer him. Should I offer to pay? Would that hurt his pride, set a precedent for me to always pay, or would it be simply a nice thing to do? Ultimately, I decided to let him reschedule. I texted back, “Ok : – (“
That night, he texted me that he regretted his decision. “I wish we would have gone out,” he said.
Well, DUH! Of course he did! I’m awesome and we would have had a great time!
So we rescheduled. And God laughed!
First He threw a tornado at us. It was the day after Christmas. Well, at least it wasn’t on Christmas – that would be a heck of a birthday present for Jesus.
“It’s only 6 p.m., think it’ll pass?” Aaron asked.
“I want to say yes, and I want to get together, but my gut instinct says that we better not,” I texted back.
A couple of hours and a few tornado warnings later, he texted, “Your gut was right!”
Well, fudge. So much for getting out of the house that night.
Thankfully my neighborhood was spared. Prayers and best wishes for the Dallas area families who were affected – Garland was hit hard. The devastation was a powerful display of what a little wind can do. Seriously, there are funds set up for many families that lost everything the day after Christmas.
“Let’s get together tomorrow night,” I texted. Seriously, I wanted to hang out with this guy. Why should a little weather stop us?
On December 27th, hail stones and heavy rains hit my house. Sure, the hail was only nickel-sized—no baseball sized hail this time—but it still caused us to cancel the date. The hailstones sounded like bullets hitting the house, and I’m surprised that the windows didn’t break. The fence looked like someone had used it for target practice with a BB gun.
“Do you think the rain will stop? I mean, it’s only 5 p.m., we could get together later,” Aaron texted.
“There are flash flood warnings all over the metroplex,” I answered. “First a tornado, then hail, now flooding?”
“If we reschedule, there may be an earthquake! LOL,” he texted back.
I seriously thought about telling him that there wouldn’t be a fourth attempt at a date. I mean, COME ON. How many times do we have to try to get together before we just give up?!
Then again, as far as reasons to cancel a date, “Acts of God,” ranks right up there. It trumps the lame excuses like, “my car wouldn’t start,” or “I had a flat tire,” or “I was in a wreck.” It even trumps, “Grandma fell and couldn’t get up, so I had to go help her.” Yep, we had the very best reasons for rescheduling.
So the next week I took the initiative and texted, “What are we doing on Saturday?”
“If one job doesn’t kill me, and the other doesn’t either, then whatever we do will involve alcohol and crazy talk! Lol,” Aaron answered.
Ok, I am a person who has a lot of rules. I know, I can be a neurotic about my list of rules. This time I was thinking, “WTH?! If you don’t have a time and a place, you don’t have a date.” That’s one of the Rules. At least, it’s one of Jules Rules; I know a few people who don’t agree (Nadia!), but that’s how I roll.
On Friday night, he texted me after I had gone to bed, “How was your day?”
The next morning (Saturday), I texted, “Pretty good, got a lot done at work. What about you?”
He replied, “Getting sick.”
I answered, “That’s not allowed!”
He agreed. “I’m on it! I don’t have time for this shit.”
That was it. No, “I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight,” or “I’d like to pick you up at 8,” or “I thought we could finally go bowling.” That meant that we didn’t have a time or place; we didn’t officially have a date scheduled.
I had given him a list of ideas for our first date, asked him out each time, and hinted that we should get together this weekend. I mean, I asked him what we were doing; he could have easily said, “Nothing, I have to work,” or “Let’s do something another time.” Since I had been so assertive, I decided to wait and see what happened. I mean, if he really liked me, he should be eager to spend time with me, right?
I asked Nadia how long I should give this guy until I give up. I mean, he should really schedule something with me before lunch, right?
She answered, “Depends on how badly you want to see him.”
She didn’t use the verb, “See.”
At 8 p.m., he texted, “I’m sickly, but I still want to see you.”
What the Fudge?! HE WAITED ‘TIL 8 P.M.?! Some people don’t care if you wait ‘til the last minute to holla. Some people would have gotten ready and met him at 9 or 10 p.m.
I’m not “Some People.”
If you want to see me, schedule a date by Wednesday, with a time and place. Confirm the date with me the day before (or I will). If I don’t hear from you, like I didn’t hear from Aaron, I’ll make other plans. And I did.
My plans involved pajama pants, a bottle of wine, and Netflix. But as far as he knows, I may have been out on the town with someone exciting. I could have received a last minute (7 p.m.) call from another boyfriend, and gone out with him instead. I could have gotten on a jet and gone to Tahiti. Not so much, but it could have happened.
So much for Aaron. Next!
Professor Mercury Update
After I confirmed that grades had been submitted, I emailed the Prof. “Let me know if you want to get together for a drink. My number is …”
He didn’t respond.
I thought that maybe he hadn’t seen the email. I mean, it was the end of the semester, and maybe it got lost with all his other emails. Then again, sometimes people get busy and don’t respond; maybe he saw the email, just didn’t have a chance to get back to me yet.
A month later (January 11th), I forwarded the official email from the school saying that I had graduated. He responded with a friendly, “Congratulations! Happy New Year.” Great, he did receive my email. I followed up with, “My friends and I are having happy hour on Thursday. You’re welcome to join us. I played a great prank on my daughter for Christmas, it’s hilarious, I’ll tell you all about it.”
Radio silence. He didn’t respond AT ALL. Since it was a group happy hour, he could have said, “Cool, I’ll bring my girlfriend,” if he has one. Or he could have said, “I’m super busy right now. Can’t get over to that side of town. Have fun!” Or, if he was busy but interested, he could have come back with, “I’d love to hear about your Christmas another time. Are you free next weekend?” But instead he chose to not respond at all? That’s a dick move.
On the bright side, I’m over my crush. Any guy who ignores two emails and doesn’t have the balls to respond at all, is not someone I want to date. Ok, he’s still hot as hell, but I no longer want to date him.
Other things, however… I might want to “see” him, as Nadia puts it.
So that’s why I haven’t been on a date in months. Acts of God: tornado, hail, flooding, and pestilence. Add that to the rats in the attic, surgery on the 25th, etc., 2016 is off to a great start. It can only get better from here.
Did you hear that? Did God just laugh? Oh shit.