I have been broken up with by a lot of people since I've been in the world of dating, but this break up takes the cake. To give you a little background:
I met this person (granted, I severely dislike this person currently, but still I think out of grace, I will protect his anonymity) five months ago on Match.com. In those five months we shared everything, what we wanted out of life, met each others parents, saw movies, walked around Chicago hand in hand. Things were going really well. Until the early morning hours of Sunday, May 24th, 2009. This is the day he became flipped a switch and became a misanthrope who hated me most of all.
The weekend began with a four hour drive from Chicago to Carlinville, IL (near St. Louis, MO). The drive down was uneventful yet full of conversation of random things like what was on the radio and the scenery. We got to the hotel, checked in, went to sleep. Woke up Saturday for a day of helping set up the reception and flower arranging. He helped right along with that and he was happy, joking around and being jovial. We went to the wedding ceremony, introduced him to my friends, ate dinner and everything was fine. We danced and drank at the reception.
We made it back to the hotel after the reception. He drove my car back and asked where he should park it, I said "Just park it where we have been. Near the door close to our room." He then proceeds to park the car in a handicap space. I look at him and say, "But we can't park it here. It's a handicap space." To which he replies (with the coldest look I've ever seen on a human), "You park the car then." I'm baffled by this turn of events because just 5 minutes before we were singing along to the radio and having a good time. After the shock wore off, I took the keys and parked the car three spaces down (would that have been so hard?! Apparently it was.) We walk in to the hotel, silent. I get changed out of my dress, and he proceeds to take a seat in a chair in the room (still with the cold look on his face) and stare at me, while drinking a beer. I ask him if he'd like to talk about what just happened, to which he replied, "Nothing is ever good enough for you. I wanted to wait to have this conversation back in Chicago, but..." Then proceeds to basically spew everything he hates about me and my friends and all we do is complain and never take action. I'm dumbfounded, sitting in shock on the bed. More conversation happens about how he hates me and cannot stand me and how "he's been putting up with me for five months." (DIRECT WORDS.) I leave the room to get out of the situation, in that time he's packed up his stuff and chained the door so I cannot get back in. I knock, he opens the door and I ask him to let me in, to which he replies, "NO. I don't trust you." I told him that he had to leave. The then asked me for my keys to get his sunglasses out of my car. That had "Bad Idea" written ALL over it so I said that I'd walk him out after telling him that I'd drive him back to Carlinville so he could get on the Amtrak to take him home. He then swore at me and ask what he'd do in Carlinville. I dropped that conversation faster than a dead rodent. I walked him out, gave him his sunglasses and that was it. He took his rolling suitcase and that was the last I've seen or heard of him.
There are a couple of possibilities as to what happened next. The hotel to Carlinville is about 12 miles down a two lane road with a speed limit of 55. He probably took off down that road toward town to either catch a train or a bus that would take him back to Chicago. Or, he took off down Interstate 55 with a speed limit of 65, and walked back to Chicago. Or, he hitched a ride with a trucker or he just decided to settle in Carlinville.
I am currently still reeling from the events. I went from being loved to being hated in a span of four hours.
It's just another travail of being single. But really, have you ever heard of such a strange break up?
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Ah! First Post!
The title of my blog says it all. I am single and have recently decided to dive head first into an online dating site.
I've done a version of online dating in the past, but this I actually have to pay money to meet people! My expectations are pretty high considering the price tag on finding "mister right". Granted, I am on day two of this experiment and I have been flattered by sweet talk, responded to every communication and even given my digits out. I figured if I am going to do this, I am going balls-to-the-wall and fish from this proverbial pond and keep communication open, I'd hate to reject my potential mate because of a poorly written e-mail (although spelling does count).
The first guy was younger than me by one year and he would not let me forget about it. He kept referring to me as his "Ms. Robinson" that got a little old and very rude. His line of questioning was more along an interrogation than a friendly "get to know you" phone call. The first question was how many siblings do I have, I answered kind of shocked to not get a "Hi, how are you? How was your day" the general chatter that you'd expect. Not with this straight shooter, he came right out of the box firing questions that should be reserved for months from now if he got past the first introductory phone call. I listened to him chatter on about himself and how he sees relationships, which is all fine and good, but I he did not give me a chance to voice my opinions and tell him about myself. Needless to say, he was in the negative points, and it was at this point I made my stand. I interrupted him and said, "I'm just not feeling it." To which I received dead air for a good 30 seconds (I think he was expecting to be the father of my children [he actually asked me what my "number" was!]). He finally spoke and it sounded like I'd just kicked him in the crotch and stood there laughing at him. He questioned why I didn't feel it, why not him, why wouldn't this work, yadda, yadda. I told him that he was asking all the wrong questions, he was asking heavy questions for a first light-hearted conversation! He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I took over the questioning. I pulled out my best fluff questions (family vacations, childhood pets, sports teams, etc). Things were looking up until.(dun).(dun).(dah!). he starts speaking gibberish of an adolescent. It's at that point, I shut things down again. I told him that I need someone that is mature and can be funny at times but know when to surpress that desire to speak gibberish and quote movies, especially when he's trying to impress a complete stranger. The conversation ended with a stone cold silence on his end. I told him that if he'd like to talk again, I'd leave that ball in his court...but really...there's no hope.
We aren't getting married, we aren't having children, I have shattered this poor guys little, fragile heart. Unfortunately, this isn't the first heart I've broken and most likely won't be the last on my journey to find that one person.
I've done a version of online dating in the past, but this I actually have to pay money to meet people! My expectations are pretty high considering the price tag on finding "mister right". Granted, I am on day two of this experiment and I have been flattered by sweet talk, responded to every communication and even given my digits out. I figured if I am going to do this, I am going balls-to-the-wall and fish from this proverbial pond and keep communication open, I'd hate to reject my potential mate because of a poorly written e-mail (although spelling does count).
The first guy was younger than me by one year and he would not let me forget about it. He kept referring to me as his "Ms. Robinson" that got a little old and very rude. His line of questioning was more along an interrogation than a friendly "get to know you" phone call. The first question was how many siblings do I have, I answered kind of shocked to not get a "Hi, how are you? How was your day" the general chatter that you'd expect. Not with this straight shooter, he came right out of the box firing questions that should be reserved for months from now if he got past the first introductory phone call. I listened to him chatter on about himself and how he sees relationships, which is all fine and good, but I he did not give me a chance to voice my opinions and tell him about myself. Needless to say, he was in the negative points, and it was at this point I made my stand. I interrupted him and said, "I'm just not feeling it." To which I received dead air for a good 30 seconds (I think he was expecting to be the father of my children [he actually asked me what my "number" was!]). He finally spoke and it sounded like I'd just kicked him in the crotch and stood there laughing at him. He questioned why I didn't feel it, why not him, why wouldn't this work, yadda, yadda. I told him that he was asking all the wrong questions, he was asking heavy questions for a first light-hearted conversation! He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I took over the questioning. I pulled out my best fluff questions (family vacations, childhood pets, sports teams, etc). Things were looking up until.(dun).(dun).(dah!). he starts speaking gibberish of an adolescent. It's at that point, I shut things down again. I told him that I need someone that is mature and can be funny at times but know when to surpress that desire to speak gibberish and quote movies, especially when he's trying to impress a complete stranger. The conversation ended with a stone cold silence on his end. I told him that if he'd like to talk again, I'd leave that ball in his court...but really...there's no hope.
We aren't getting married, we aren't having children, I have shattered this poor guys little, fragile heart. Unfortunately, this isn't the first heart I've broken and most likely won't be the last on my journey to find that one person.
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