Today Was Supposed to be the Day

It's been a long week. And today is thankfully the end of the long week. Today was supposed to be the day that I met the Romanian for dinner in the Southside. I was so excited for my dinner date after weeks of talking to the Romanian. Monday night I went shopping with a friend to find the perfect first date outfit - and I did find the perfect first date shirt. It was cream colored and rather elegant, but not overly dressy.

Tuesday night I went out with some friends to celebrate Mardi Gras. I was having a great time even though the Romanian had sent some pretty weird text messages. "Super Bowl guy" was out with his friends and I was hoping to get to talk to him, too, because we had talked the Saturday before, but I was too stupid to realize that he was flirting. He ended up leaving that night and I immediately after realized my mistake. I thought that "Super Bowl guy" may have been upset with me for being completely ignorant of his advances because Tuesday night around 11pm, he went to leave with his friends. I stopped him to ask if he would be in later in the week (I was hoping for Friday) and he said, with a highly irritated tone, that he didn't know. As he walked out the door, I was slightly put off by his short tone, but wasn't too concerned as I thought about my upcoming date on Saturday with the Romanian.

However, not even a half hour later, I start getting text messages from the Romanian. He was being weird again, tell me that he wasn't my "husband (slave)" even though I hadn't text messaged him in awhile. Pitt had lost the basketball game to Providence that night and the Romanian said that Pitt didn't deserve a 20th ranking and neither did I. I was trying to figure out what was wrong with him and why he was being such a jerk over text message. He never really explained, but when I asked him if we were still going to go to dinner, he replied, "Sure. But I hope you know that I'm 48 and not white." 48??? He told me he was 28. The picture he had looked like a 28 year old, so obviously that was not his picture. I was devastated. I couldn't, and still can't, understand why he would have lied about that. He did say that loneliness makes people do crazy things and that he was just a lonely doc[tor]. No fucking kidding! Lying to people is not going to make them want to be involved with you. And by the way, he told me he only had a master's degree and was a lab manager. yet another lie. I texted back to him Tuesday night asking him not to speak to me ever again. I was offended and done with the Romanian. He did have the nerve Wednesday night to text me and ask me how I had been. I wrote back and said "What part of 'you lied to me and I never want to speak to you again' did you not understand? Apparently all of it. Bye." Fortunately I have not heard anything from him. Let's hope he gets the point faster than "med student guy" did.

I ended up spending the next day in bed, mostly sleeping, but I did eat a whole ton of Chinese food as well as watch a movie and some crappy TV shows and commercials. I felt, and still a little bit, awful. Especially when "Super Bowl guy" was out on Thursday as I was reestablishing my fabulousness and he didn't even look at me. I should have gone to talk to him but after his tone Tuesday night, I didn't really have the guts to do it. I might have to take a bit of a break from online dating for now after "med student guy" and "Romanian guy" and the fact that now I have to struggle to get a first date. I thought it was bad enough never getting a second one! Thank god for a friend's birthday and having another friend in town so I have fun, happy things to do tonight so I don't think about the fact that I am supposed to be having dinner with someone I thought was 28 year old lab manager with only a master's degree.