Hit or Miss

So I was reading my friend Ciaran's blog this morning about his date over the weekend. He met this girl on Match.com. The date seemed to go well for hime. This got me thinking about my own experiences on internet dating sites and how you never know how a date is going.

Back in late January I met a guy on Date.com. For the purposes of this blog, and to keep his identity a secret, I will give him a code name. His code name will be "Ass". (How's that for foreshadowing?)

Well Ass and I emailed back and forth a few times. We spoke on the phone in between emails. Everything was goign well at this point. Being the skeptic that I am, I was of the "I'll believe it when I see it" mindset. I was NOT getting my hopes up. So we decided that we should meet. I suggested Friday or Saturday night. He didn't want to wait. He wanted to go out that night (Wednesday). So we made plans to meet at a bar near my house (since not only did I know the bartenders, it was also close enough to my friends house that should I need an escape her hubby could easily come rescue me) for a few drinks and to play some pool.

Well as I am getting ready, Ass calls. It turns out that he got lost on his way to the bar. (He was new to Vegas and lived on the other side of town.) So I helped him find his way. (No he did not pick me up - he was a complete stranger that did not need to know where I lived.) I get to the bar before him and order a beer. He walks in and actually looks like his picture. Bonus! So we chat for a while, watching a college basketball game. When the game was over we moved to the pool table. We were talking and laughing the whole time. He tried to give me pointers to improve my pool game. It was great. When we talked, he would say how next time we go out we would do this or that - which I took as a good sign. Why else would Ass mention next time unless he wanted to see me again, right?

Anyway, we fininsh playing pool and we are still talking. He starts to get antsy and the he (Morgan you will want to stop reading from this point on) leans in and kisses me. Now I don't know about you, but I have never had a "No kissing until the 3rd date" rule or anything like that. I like to see where things go and just enjoy. So (again Morgan - you don't want to read this), we are at this point, basically making out in the bar. We decide to call it a night. He walks me out to my car, where we say goodbye (ahem) for another 45 minutes or so. Ass asks if he can come home with me. I say no. I have an early morning on Thursday and I need to get some sleep, not to mention the fact that I don't do that. I do not bring guys home. Especially not on the first date.

As soon as I walk in the door, my phone starts ringing. Its Ass. I ask him, smart ass that I am, if he got lost again. He laughs and says no, he wanted to know if I wanted to go out Thursday night. I tell him that I will need to check my schedule and let him know in the morning. So the next day I send Ass an email saying that since I have an 8 am meeting on the other side of town on Friday morning, I will not be able to see him on Thursday night. I would however like to hang out with him on Friday or Saturday.

I don't get a response from him until late on Thursday, in which Ass tells me that there is a chance he is going out of town for the weekend but he will let me know.

Needless to say that is the last time I heard from Ass.

It makes you wonder - why when all the signs are pointing to a good time, do things end up shitty? I just don't get it. And of course, girl that I am, I spend a week and a half after that wondering will he call?, will he send me an email?, did I do something wrong?, should I have not allowed Ass to kiss me?, should I have let Ass come home with me?, should I have seen Ass on Thursday?.

It is all crap. Dating is so utterly subjective that the same signs that worked once may never work again. You just have to dive in everytime and hope there is enough water in the pool.