Not all of the women I talk to, on the dating site or in real life, turn into dates. In fact, most conversations don’t go very far at all. Some women flake after one message, some after I ask for a telephone number, and some flake when I ask for a date. Sometimes I flake also -either because I’ve seen a red flag, or because I realize I would probably not be attracted to them. The vast majority of women I would never contact because they are not attractive, write negative or crazy things in their profile, or have some other red flag. That means I must peruse many profiles, write to a few, and I only realize a select few dates. Such is the nature of dating in a pool of many undesirables; it’s the endless search for the proverbial needle in a haystack.
I started messaging Reese Whitherspoon on the Plenty of Fish dating site. As always, names have been changed to protect the guilty! I did not see any red flags in her profile. She’s from Chicago, and moved here to Ft. Lauderdale four years ago for work. After a few messages, I asked for her telephone number. In response, she asked if she could have my telephone number and text me later. That’s kind of a flag – women rarely make the first call or text. She also never gave me her name (nice people usually sign their name in one of the first few messages).
Surprisingly, Reese did text me within a day, complete with her name. We enjoyed some texts over the next few days, and she asked me a lot of questions, like an interview -which is easy to handle over text, I had plenty of time between messages to think up perfect, politically correct answers!
So finally on Tuesday, I asked her what time she could meet for dinner on a weeknight. She texted “Eight o’clock”. Then I suggested we could meet at a restaurant Wednesday or Thursday. She replied, “Not Wednesday, I have to go in early to work”. So I texted, “Ok, Lets meet at Flanigan’s in Ft. Lauderdale (her city) on Thursday, at eight o’clock.” She said goodnight, so I assumed the date was scheduled.
On Thursday night at seven o’clock, an hour before the date, I texted, “I’ll see you at eight, looking forward to it!” She texts back, “I did not hear from you so I thought you changed your mind. I hope you haven’t left yet, I can’t make it. I could not make it anyway, I worked too late.”
I replied, “Okay, I’ll go a little later, about eight forty-five, feel free to drop by if you can make it.” I knew she was not going to show up, and she never did.
It’s not necessary to confirm an appointment or a date. I know some doctor’s offices do that, but do I look like a doctor’s office to you? If it was really so important to her to confirm, she could have initiated a text, her fingers are not broken. So she canceled at the last minute. A date or appointment is a pretty simple thing to set up, so if she can screw up a date, a relationship would likely be a nightmare! Reese Whitherspoon is high maintenance.
I did not expect to hear from Reese again. I certainly was not going to contact her after her rude, last minute cancellation. But at seven o’clock on Friday morning, I received this text from Victoria:
“Hi, that location is not near me so I wouldn’t be able to make it there on a weeknight. Again, sorry about that we did not confirm & I got stuck at work. Can we try another night?”
She sounds like a twelve year old coming up with as many excuses as she can dream up. Wouldn’t one excuse be enough, if it were true?Many people, to an extent, are what they do. She’s a paralegal. In other words, a liar, er, lawyer! Just like the lawyers she works with, she’s been trained to lie. Liar liar pants on fire!
I did not reply to her last text so five hours later she texts me again, “It was an honest mistake, I guess you are not interested. Good luck”
Nice, sane women who like a man don’t break dates, and Reese was not nice. What a Drewish Princess!
