Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Cold Feet or Just Stupid?
Speaking of dorks, Country-Wyoming-Artist kind of blew it last weekend.
We were supposed to go out on Saturday, and he was SUPPOSED to drive over to meet me, but he wasn't being very certain in our plan making--tiny red flag. Nevertheless, I was looking forward to it all week. Then, at the last minute he says he must drive 150 miles in the other direction to Sheridan on Saturday to get his taxes done by his family's accountant, so we can't meet after all (after THREE months of texting, I might add).
Cold feet or just plain stupid?
And there I stood looking at the cute outfit I'd put together readying to go out, phone in hand. He texted me, "I'm sorry I ruined our weekend."
Well, what does one say to that? One says, are you just looking for a Fantasy Girlfriend? Many men on the internet want just that. They really do not want to date anyone, but they're lonely, so they text up and down a woman, but they never want to actually meet. They like the NOTION of a possible girlfriend, but nothing more.
So today, I laid down the law and texted him that very information, asking him if that's all he wanted and being very direct. I haven't heard back yet, so he must be back at work doing his three-day, 14 hour shifts, hence won't hear back until tomorrow. Look, I don't want to waste my time. If Wyoming-Artist just wants a fantasy-girlfriend to text when he's lonely, I'm out. Especially when there are other dorks who want to take me out.
Other dorks like Deadwood Dick, who is still unbelievably texting me. I think he's too pushy for my type. He's not sweet and gentle like my Wyoming-Artist. He's brash, outspoken, like Fleishman from Northern Exposure. Opinionated. Smug. Deadwood Dick, is well, a dick. But he cracks me up in a combative type of way. He's so NOT my type. He's very Nordic looking as in he could play a Viking, which I find weirdly attractive. And he's got a cabin off-the-grid which is quite appealing. He's educated, an engineer (why do I attract engineers?), but like Cowboy-Artist he works for the energy biz now, so on a weird unpredictable work schedule. He's well-off, been around the world, a widow who lost his family to 9-11, but I don't know the details. Intriguing. Definitely NOT boring.
But he pissed me off last month, remember? He still thinks I'm a surgeon, so I don't know how that's gonna play out. LOL. Then there's Dean-o, the hunky oil patch worker who blows into town when he's got his 4 days off. He wants me to spend the whole weekend with him this weekend. Uhm. Really? I hardly know you, joker.
Then there's the car salesman who's super cute, and of course the engineer from my gym. He's the pick of the pack, the very best fit for me--we both have masters degrees, in his 40's, has hair, loves to work out like I do, has a Harley and loves to ride, super CUTE and very nice and polite. I am really crushing on him, and he likes me too, but we're at a stalemate, and I'm not sure if he's dating anyone. And I'm too chickenshit to just plain out ask if he has a girlfriend. Sigh.