I’ve decided to document my dating stories. Because 32 years of singledom comes with too many ridiculous stories not to share. I would hate for them to be forgotten for future generations. 😆

Story #1. I’ll start with the most recent one. Met this dude on my travels through SLC. Developed a spark. He seemed genuine, but wouldn’t tell me too much about himself. He told me he was dicvorced and had kids by 3 different women. Former marine, business degree, new car. He expressed interest in trying out the long distance thing.

But dude sucks at long distance. At first he called me a few times. I called him, but our hours were never convenient. I started hearing less and less from him. He would respond to my messages and say that he would call me later. But never called. So I tried again a few days later. New message, same response. Really busy at work. I’ll call you later. No call.

He used to tell me he missed me, and call me babe and we’d only been on one date. Player much? And now he doesn’t even have time to respond to my messages. He’s got to be dating someone else. Or worse- married or dating someone and can’t admit it to me. So he won’t even man up and tell me he can’t talk to me any more.

I’ve been ghosted before. That’s a whole new story for another day. But this guy has been stringing me along like it’s nothing. Well, if he wanted something serious, he blew it. Lon distance requires communication. And if you were really interested like you led me to believe, you would make time to  talk to me and respond to my messages at the very least.

And to think, I had hopes for this one. I actually, genuinely wanted to get to know him better and see where things went with him. Maybe he doesn’t realize this can’t happen without communication. 🙄

I was going to fly out and see him. I was rearranging my schedule and maybe even move into his town. But that will never happen with out a conscious constant effort or commitment. I wonder if he is even divorced. Have a nice life with out me, bud. They all come crawling back, but I won’t be there when you do.