After very, very brief texts since we had last seen each other (and our first amazing date), I was feeling frustrated because he hadn’t yet nailed down any plans for the upcoming weekend.
We had tentatively said we’d get together this weekend. He was getting really busy with shipments of his things arriving to his hotel, and was still working with realtors to find a house.
But he was interested in seeing me this weekend, as opposed to a day during the week while all this was going on.
First, there is one thing about me you must understand:
I don’t chase.
I expect my experiences to contain more of the traditional type of courting and dating where a man pursues a woman.
Yes, that’s hard to find in 2014, and even more rare to see in such an ambitous city as Los Angeles.
However, I do my part to help things along the way if I see a great opportunity, but in general, I subscribe to the rule that if a guy is interested in you, he’ll make that clear.
He’ll call. He’ll plan. He’ll communicate.
Now granted, some guys have those intentions but are truly busy and/or they don’t have a clue on how to be more forward. Communication is key here.
So Wednesday passes, Thursday passes, and it’s Friday night.
We had touched base on Thursday – his cars had arrived! Yay.
But I had heard NOTHING else since then, and got his voicemail the few times I tried to call. Boo.
Finally, Saturday afternoon (after a very fun day with a good friend of mine), I give him a call.
No answer. Surprise, surprise.
So I send this text, to which he immediately replies:
I respond and let him know I was disappointed in his level of communication and how I deserved at the very least basics.
I also said that I totally understand how he could be so overwhelmed, having just moved across the country, and quietly was skeptical about whether or not he would be able to give me what I’m looking for right now anyways.
The conversation went back and forth a few times. I told him to keep my number, that I’m talking to and seeing other people, but nothing’s too serious and I’m not in a hurry.
So there you have it.
And now I can scream….
WHAT THE HELL?! ARE THERE ABSOLUTELY NO SINGLE MEN IN LA THAT I CONNECT WITH WHO WANT THE SAME THINGS AS ME AND ARE READY RIGHT NOW?! F#×%*!