There’s no reason to fall off the face of the earth. He’s got to know that at the very least, I’m curious (which I am) as to why he went from texting me before bed, first thing in the morning and in the moment his plane’s tires touched the runway to . . . crickets. It’s just rude! And hurtful! In my world you don’t do that. And, though I’d like to be cool and be all “Sunglasses Guy, who?” I’m just not. I think he should know that I do care, because I do. And, I think he should know that it’s not cool to do that to a person, because it’s not. So, I decided that I needed to let him know that yes, I did notice how everything went silent, and yes, I do care.
First, I had to determine when to contact him. Waiting two weeks to get in touch would make me seem psycho, like I’d been waiting and waiting for him to contact me. A few days – that would be psycho, too, or at the very least, demanding. Finally, I settled on the rest of the week. Chances are, work was kicking his ass and he needed to wait until the weekend to finally get in touch with me. So, that’s what I did. I waited until Sunday evening, when most people are back from whatever, just chilling and getting ready for the week ahead.
Second, I had to figure out what to write. I couldn’t be pissed, otherwise, all he’d think was that he was so glad he cut bait when he did. I also couldn’t whine or cry about it because that would be pathetic. Anyway, I’m not mad and I’m not sad . . . I’m just . . . disappointed. Afterall, we never even met.
So, I emailed him on Sunday evening. He knows I blog about my life but doesn’t have a clue where or that’s it’s specifically about dating. I think the email shows my curiosity, disappointment and surprise. But I don’t think I come across as a stalker (which, for the record, I’m not). And, I wanted it to be somewhat light-hearted, non-accusatory (because I can think of lots of reasons this happened, and several of them involve other women, but I don’t want to point fingers) and maybe even a little funny.
Without further ado, the email:
I wrote a blog post about this guy I’d been communicating with on a regular basis for a couple of weeks. It seemed like we might really hit it off — at the very least, we’d have a good time and most likely end up friends. When it came time to meet in person . . . he completely disappeared. No explanation. Nothing. Gone.
Anyway, as you know, I’ve been looking for blog fodder and this one turned out pretty good.
So . . . ummm . . . thanks. I guess.