Nice guy my ass
With my focus on my career, I’m sure you were worried that I’d never write about guys or dates again. Not to worry, this is Los Angeles, so there’s always going to be a story. I just haven’t had the time to write this one.
Houston (let’s call him that instead of nutless) and I met online in mid-July and began dating immediately. He was one of those Type A planners who would book three dates in a week. In fact, I mentioned to him that his frequency was outstanding and unlike the 1x/week LA guy mentality. “I know what I like and I go for it,” was his answer.
So, we went out to dinner, we played tennis, we saw movies and shows, we went to concerts and parties. We did stuff. He even took me and my dog to a four-star hotel weekend getaway. Somewhere in the middle of all this, I got laid off. We went out less. He called and emailed less. But I wasn’t really paying attention because I was focused on the job thing and getting out to network.
Our last date was a business dinner with some of his ad reps, one of whom commented on what a cute couple we were. I never heard from him after that night. The guy who pitched himself as the nicest guy I’d ever meet did the fade out on me. Had I been more alert, I would of seen this coming and beat him to the dump.
“Are you sure he didn’t have a medical emergency and just couldn’t call you? He was older, after all,” said a friend. “No, he’s alive because he posted a marketing job on craig’s list,” I explained. “Gosh, don’t you want to understand what happened?” she asked.
Not necessary, is it? He was under the 90-day LA trial relationship period. He demonstrated by his actions that he couldn’t nut up and dump me proper. That’s alright, he had republican tendencies and poor musical taste. All I can say is…. Celine Dion? Really? That’s my closure.
That blows. But wasn’t it strange dating someone who doesn’t automatically lower your credit rating by 20 points? Better luck next time. Get back to what you are good at, cougar girl, and skip these “nice” geezers.
Celine Dion?!?!?!?
Seriously?
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The Celine disk I found in his car collection. We were half way to vegas otherwise I would of opened the door, drop, rolled and walked home. Funny what we choose to ignore.
Ahhhhhhh….I think this is a life lesson for the wise: always check the car collection! Had I done that with the sappy neglectful anesthesia dad (SNAD) a few summers ago, I would have seen Cradle of Filth and fled.
That tip goes in your dating advice book.
🙂
Sigh… As Miss Manners once described it, he pulled the old, “Kafka Romance Disolver”. Can’t remember exactly how it relates to Kafka, but it sounds right. Something about waiting around during the fade out? As the “friend” I concede that you are, of course, correct. No need for closure when silence says it all. (But, did I really say “Gosh”? Gee, I hope not.)