So I thought I'd ACTUALLY found someone interesting, someone who was interested in me. On OKC, a woman was checking my profile, and messaged me. I didn't message her. AWESOME! We start writing back and forth, and the other day she suggests we chat on the phone sometime. I say, "Whatever you're comfortable with. I just don't want you feeling pressured to give out any personal info" She was cool with it and gave me her number.
We agreed on a time, and I called at that time, which was Sunday around 7:30-8:00. I called, and got her voice mail. No prob, left a message. She doesn't call back.
So today, I get a message from her, which is printed her verbatim:
"I just met someone today that I'd like to see again. Who knows if it will go somewhere or not, but I don't feel comfortable emailing others at this point."
What the holy living Jesus Christ on the cross f**k does that mean?
She just happens to find someone else that day? Someone so f*****g great she doesn't want to message me anymore?
Or is she lying for some reason. Got jitters, second thoughts? I'm tending toward the latter.
But seriously.
What. The. Hell? What do I have to do to get someone interested in me? Is all that I am simply the lesser half of a greater-than, less than equation? People see me, and think, "They can do better?"
How have we come this far? How did people get so f****d up in their minds that this is what dating has become? Seriously, the people who arrange marriages might be on to something, because this system, this dating game is f*****g BS on every conceivable level. And she was older than me by a few years (I'm not self conscious about dating age gaps). At what point are people supposed to get their s**t together?
If this guy exists, f**k him for ruining my chances with this woman.
If the woman is a liar, f**k her for being a liar and a coward.
Some of you will no doubt say, "She's probably nuts, you're better off avoiding her."
Screw that. At this point, I'd be HAPPY to have a failed relationship with a psycho b***h. Because it'd mean I'm capable of having one. Instead, 28 years old, my 28th valentines, and never had a girlfriend yet.
I'm seriously, seriously wondering if all the good ones are taken (they all sure seem to be), and all the rest are either stuck up b*****s, or they're crazy psych cases, or they so thoroughly wallow in a morass of body fat, junk food and self pity they barely resemble homo sapiens.
How can this be? I've got so much love to give someone. I know it. I feel it. What is so wrong, so hard about finding someone who wants to be with me as much as I do with them, who wants to go for walks, cuddle up in the evenings, and just talk? Why is that so crazy? How can I have gone so long without anyone, while everyone around me seems to be pairing up and enjoying happy lives?
God dammit. God dammit.