TweedleDum must suffer from the degenerative condition called dateitis. Dateitis, I've found, afflicts quite a lot of men. I'm going to say that one-in-three men suffer from dateitis and it's the number one killer of women's interest in dating a man. Dateitis is serious stuff, people.
Dateitis occurs when a man appears to be interested in dating. In reality, he is not. Symptoms of this condition include: several phone calls/text messages in a twenty-four hour period; asking the question, "So, what do you want to do?" repeatedly, even after being given full autonomy to plan a date; saying phrases like, "I really want to see you again," but making zero measures to get together; and offering dates that include, "coming over to watch movies." (This, fellas, is not dating. Especially for a first date. This is a huge fail.)
Eventually, dateitis turns into two people being phone boyfriends/girlfriends, which, after the age of twelve, is nothing short of utterly ridiculous. The boy will call and want to talk, but will never initiate or put together a date.
So, TweedleDum has called me no less than twelve times since last Sunday night. We've spoken twice. Both times he has expressed interest in seeing me again, but he has taken zero measures to make it happen. My gut is telling me that he is going to offer for us to "watch movies" at his apartment, but I may be wrong.
Today we spoke for seven minutes. The conversation went like this:
Him-"I really want to see you again"
Me-"That would be nice."
Him-"So, what do you want to do?"
Me-"I'm flexible. What sounds good to you?"
Him"I don't know."
Silence.
More silence.
Him-"I really want to see you again."
Me-"Ok, well what would you like to do?"
Silence.
Him- "Um..."
Silence
Him- "What about pool or bowling or dinner?"
Me-"All of those sound like great ideas. I love shooting pool, it's a lot of fun."
Silence
More silence. I start counting prime numbers in my head.
More silence. I start wondering about the next M&M color. I think it's time for the flourescent line.
More silence. I wonder if I can balance a spoon on my nose. I get a spoon. I can't.
Me- "So...I'm off for the rest of the weekend...just let me know when you want to get together..."
Him-"Yeah. So what do you want to do?"
At this point, I want to ask the universe what I did in my past love life to get such a major karma slam in this love life. I want to universe to justify its cruel and unusual punishment. I want to go back to undergrad and find the husband I clearly missed. I want the spoon to stay on my nose.
What I don't want to do is craft my own first date.
Evelyn Parkside
I'm dealing with this right now. Except his communicator of choice is texting. This is definitely an epidemic.
ReplyDeleteIt's a tragedy, really. I think I might cut off my cell phone and invest in a pigeon to send all of my communications.
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ReplyDeletewas dealing with this too! I ended up taking a cue from "He's just not that into you" (The book, not the movie):
ReplyDelete"He's just not that into you if he's not dating you."
I ended up just not answering the texts/phone calls unless there was a definite Date planned. The loser went on to bother some other fool. In his case, it sounds like you're just not that into HIM either! Time to cut your losses!
maybe he is scared? intimidated? shy? ..... I know the direct response for that runs along the line of "well at that age he should be......" But then again, IMO you have given enough hints/clues of what you would like to do. So he is slacking.
ReplyDeleteOld me would have just gotten irritated and planned the date. But, as a part of my 12 step program, I'm refusing to do that. :)
ReplyDeleteTime to step up to the plate, boys. The men are already there. Go hard or go home!
OMG Great minds think alike! http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-girl-talk-ask-me-on-a-damn-date/
ReplyDeleteI agree. He was probably waiting on you to do the legwork, and he'd show up for the party. Classic Little Red Hen syndrome, lol.
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