I met T.C. on a dating website. For our initial meet and greet he picked an eatery in the Heights area. This worked to my advantage since I was leaving a baby shower not too far. Things go well and I think this has potential. So I wait to see if he is going to call after our first date and he does. Our phone conversation goes well and everything is clicking.
T.C. decides to schedule date #2. I believe it was supposed to be on the following Wednesday. Something came up and he asked if we could reschedule. I don't have problems working with someone and scheduling, so I agree. At the time he commented how appreciative he was that I didn't give him attitude.
Our new day is Sunday. I get out of church and give him a call. He tells me he needs to push the time back to 3:00 pm. I decided to kill some time at a friend's house. I call again, and he says can we push it back to 5:00 pm. Although I am getting annoyed, I agree. It's getting close to 5:00 pm and I have not heard from him. I decided to text to see if he wants to reschedule for another day. He takes me up on my offer. All that evening he is apologetic and promises we are going out on Wednesday.
Wednesday rolls around and we meet for crawfish. Again, we are in the Heights area which is 5 minutes from his home. We're laughing, vibing, and there's no awkward silence. T.C. is telling me how he's glad he met me and looking forward to getting to know me better. I am giving myself a "high 5" thinking I have met a "normal" guy.
Welllllllll, you know something went wrong if he ended up on the blog......lol. The next week rolls around and I asked if he wanted to meet up for dinner. He agrees. It was set for a Monday. When Monday rolled around, he sent me a text saying he couldn't make it. He and his father were going to watch the NCAA Final Game. I decided to let him make it since I know men love their sports. The catch is that he did not suggest another day for dinner. Later that week, I try to hang out with him and he tells me his workouts are so crucial that all he does is go to sleep when he gets home.
Let me catch you up, Mr. T.C. is obsessed with his schedule and his workouts. Everything revolves around his gym workout. This Gym Rat either has a serious obsession or selling me a dream. I like to think it's a combo of the previous (I am just trying to make myself feel better, lol). It got to the point where I told him I was no longer suggesting outings because all he does is cancel. Some how that did not offend him......bastard.
Now, week 3 has started. In this time I have only seen him twice. I hear from him on a regular basis still, but I am starting to think it's going no where since we never have in person time. Me being me, I decide to keep myself busy. I am a social butterfly by nature. I decided to use that Saturday to go out with my girls. Once I got home, T.C. called to see what I was up to. He asked to come over.
Once at my house, we're watching TV, talking, and cracking jokes. We keep it very PG. In my mind, this is only my third time seeing him although we have been talking/texting for 3 weeks. It's getting late so it's time for him to leave.....no slumber parties taking place over here. We kiss goodnight and all is well. I am thinking perhaps he got a clue.
I was DEAD WRONG. Tuesday, of week 4, I get a text asking if I want to go to dinner on Friday. I accept. I am disappointed that he texted versus calling. I decided to shoot him a text asking if we can start having more phone calls. He is a serial texter. It's nice to hear a person's voice every once in a while. He agrees and says he will start calling........he lied.
Thursday rolls around and he sends me the text that sent my jaw dropping: You are a great person and you are everything I am looking for. I always enjoy myself around you, but we can no longer continue our relationship. The distance is too much. I really like you and want you to keep my number.
Folks, I went from Suzy Sunshine to Bonquisha. All kind of four lettered words escaped my mouth. I was beyond pissed. I replied that I would have preferred for him to have called instead of sending this text. He had the nerve to say that phone calls and texts are basically the same thing. From there I told him that text insulted my intelligence. We only live 25 MINUTES from each other. What "distance" was he whining about? Sir, we live in a major city, have cars, and jobs. MAN UP!!! *** As a review we went on two dates that were 5 minutes from his home, he asked to come to my house, and I never requested he come to my side of town.***
There were a few more texts, but bottom line I ended with: I have no use for your number and don't desire a man that uses drive time as an excuse for not dating. You act like you are in the Woodlands (60 minutes away).
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