Leaving-town Guy

January 5th, 2009

That was the day I went on my first date of the year. I was really excited to meet him. Trent and I met on an online dating site and had just started talking a few days before. He seemed perfect. He was tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, average build. He'd graduated from college, didn't do drugs, wasn't an alcoholic and had recently built a house in a new part of town. We met at a casual restaurant. Conversation was easy and he shared some of his meal with me. He asked me questions. I asked him questions. We laughed and I grew to like him more and more throughout dinner. He told me he would normally ask me out for a drink now, but he had an early morning flight.

He told me before we met that he would be out of town most of the week, but would fly back in on Friday. I understood that, so when he talked about having to leave right after dinner, and go back to the office and then home it totally made sense. However, since he was the one who insisted on getting together before he left town and knew I made significantly less money than he did, I thought he would pay. When the bill came he suggested we split it down the middle, not wanting to sound like a jerk, I didn't argue with him and paid half.

Before we parted ways, he apologized for being late and said we could talk when he got back on Friday. I don't remember him saying he'd call me or that I should call him, specifically. Which I now know is a blow off.

I waited for him to call on Friday, telling everyone how great of a date it was and how great he was. He didn't call on Friday. He hadn't called by Saturday afternoon either, so I called and left a short message, telling him that I looked forward to seeing him again and hoped to meet up with him again soon. He never called.