After many years of Plenty of Fish and seeing that that pond was poorly stocked, I tried my luck on OkCupid. It was slow going. Not as many hits as on POF. Hardly any of the lewd behavior either.
The notes I did receive were polite and on topic. This brings me to Kyle OkCupid.
Kyle and I started communicating about 8-10 days ago. We were getting to know each other. We texted through the app. It was fine. Nothing threw me off. He seemed normal. Profile seemed normal. He even had a strong dislike for Trump which had us on even political discussions.
We talked about our lives, our jobs, covid, blah, blah, blah. Pretty soon, it was a daily thing.
“Good morning, how’s it going?”
I was busy throughout the week. Tons of stuff going on at school. Super busy. Super tired. Not really in the mood to chat a whole lot but we did about small stuff. Just getting to know you stuff.
At some point we discussed our age difference. I’m going to be 45 next month. He is 37. I told him that is quite the age difference. He said he didn’t think so. I thought it may be problematic.
He asked if we could get together this weekend for coffee and I said I’d let him know. Today I texted him I was free this weekend.
We planned to get together at 2pm today at the Starbucks down the street from my house because they have outside seating.
I asked him to text me a picture for a reference. He asked me to do the same. I didn’t notice but later did, after that, it was radio silence.
I showered. Picked and outfit. Brushed my long, beautiful hair. Drove to Starbucks.
The last time I went to Starbucks for a date, I was stood up and did not get a drink. This time I decided to get a drink and wait. But also so I could get us a table and wait.
2:00 pm – No worries. I’m just on time.
2:05 pm – He is coming for the southtwest side of town
2:10 pm – Good thing I got this drink.
2:11 pm- Text Kyle “Are you coming or did I mistake something?”
2:15 pm – Text friend “I think I go stood up.”
2:20 pm – In the truck, with my Starbucks tea, heading the pharmacy because may as well run an errand while I was forced out into the wilderness.
As of 3:26 pm, there has been no communication from Kyle OkCupid.
I’m good with the bad dates. That gives me something to write about. It gives me something to laugh about.
This? This is hard on the ego. This is hurtful. I sent a picture and he didn’t show up. Makes me cringe a bit. His picture was nothing to write home about.
Maybe hurtful isn’t quite the word. As I share, as I always do, maybe slightly humiliated. Which is hard for me because I am so honest and open. Which is why it is so easy for me to get hurt.
So, for now, for real…done with dating. If this wasn’t a clear ringing get out while you can warning, I don’t know what is.
Kyle, what a dick.