Well, I told you about my dating a guy that I had told no previously. It just goes to show you that your first instincts are usually correct. During the brief 3 weeks of dating 3 to 4 dates a week, I have decided he is not the one for me to date.
I write poetry. I don't expect anyone I date to fall in love with my passion and/or my love of the written word. But, I was not expecting to have to dissect every word of a poem I shared with this man. He needed each word or phrase explained. I do know that poetry isn't for everyone. I just felt a bit let down when explaining what I wrote meant. It does lose everything in translation. I quickly quit sharing a new poem or an opportunity with my writing with him. That cut off a large part of who I am. That is never a good sign. Oh, he would tell me that I am a smart and good writer. Then he would ask me to write a poem about his profession of sales. He will never understand inspiration and how you don't control what you write, it just comes in waves. Ah well.
Here is a synopsis of a couple of dates I accepted with this man. He texted and asked me if I wanted to go see Rush. I did jump at the chance to go to an arena and hear a national act. I got all dolled up and he picked me up, we made our way downtown, traversed the traffic and finally found a parking place. I was getting excited to be doing something different. He didn't have tickets, I found out, but he said it wouldn't be a problem, He would just buy two from a scalper. Well, we hung out on a corner for an hour, and he did not buy tickets, oh, he talked to the scalpers, but did not buy any tickets.Picture me hanging out on a street corner dressed to the nines. What I must have looked like?
I hesitate to ask. LOL.
End of this story is that we never went to the concert, his backup plan was to get pizza. So much for live music and being dressed up. The next date,he asked if I wanted to hang out and then go see a Royals game. I said sure, and he picked me up so that I could ride around with him while he paid bills and ran errands. I was ok with that. It would give us a chance to talk. Everything was going well until we got to the ballpark. He had a hand full of tickets he wanted to sell and he did. He also did not keep two back for us to go in and see the game. So much for watching baseball.
I look back with hindsight and wonder why would someone ask you to go to an event they never had any intention of attending. What was the real reason he wanted me to tag along? Was he just not wanting to be lonely? Was I some sort of arm candy to him to show off to his friends (some I did meet)? Well, I am done. I can not go to a ball game or a concert by myself and not have to get all dressed up for nothing. I can order pizza and I cannot hang out on a downtown street corner too. I will be the better for it I know.
And the saga of middle aged dating will continue. I am a positive woman and hope springs eternal.
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