Dating, or lack thereof, has me mentally exhausted.
That’s an understatement. Funny enough, I think my mom is more exhausted than I am. Anytime I mention my weekend plans she follows it with, “Oh, that sounds nice, maybe you’ll meet your husband!”
I honestly think she thought I was gay up until a few years ago…actually, she asked me. I think she knows I like men now but apparently her grandmother clock is ticking and she’s running out of patience.
So much so that she decided to set me up with her friends younger brother.
She sent me his photo (not quite my type but eh) and asked if she could give him my number…My initial reaction wasn’t excitement.
After of few days of her continuously asking, I said you know what…let me be open because you never know right?!….So sure, give him my number mom but I make no promises.
A couple days later I received a text from John. Seemed harmless enough, a few texts back and forth of small talk…how’s your weekend?…what do you do?….are you from here?…blah blah blah
A day later he called while in traffic on his way home from work. He started off by saying he wanted to call so that I know he’s not “crazy”….a phone call isn’t going to tell me that John, but we both laughed and started a general how was your day chit chat. About 1 minute and 12 seconds into our chat I could hear he was getting out of the car, and he asked, “Hey, I’m actually just getting to my place, is it ok if I run in to get settled and give you a call right back?” Me: “Sure, no problem” Him: “Ok great, talk to you soon”………
That was 29 days ago.
Not a peep since. Our chat didn’t even last a full two minutes and yet I somehow managed to get rejected by a guy I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO TALK TO!!!!
Moral of the story: You do know. *slow eye roll*
Everything but, sex in the city. #NoSexInthecity 