It’s well documented that I struggle to get past date two. Well, for quite a while I struggled to get past date one because I would cancel them and hide because, well, I don’t know why. Anyway, the elusive third date is never within my grasp and because I usually put out on the first date this means when the calls and texts stop after date two I am left feeling dirty, stupid and lonely.
So I wasn’t going to be that girl when I moved. You see, the expat community is a lot like university. Everyone knows someone who knows someone you know and everyone has an opinion on your business. I was known as a slut at Uni for enjoying the company of a few to many boys in my first year and I wasn’t making that mistake again.
So in the previous blog post I knew PT Boy ‘wasn’t that in to me’ but he’s the thing. And take note boys. You should not keep texting a girl if you’re not interested. This is what causes them to go crazy. We are not always irrational but when you’re being a fuckwit and leading us on then what do you expect? Not that PT Boy has witnessed crazy but I think I’d be quite justified. I kept my dignity. And left it at ‘oh well’.
Most boys just stop texting. They go AWOL, we stare at our phones for a few days and then we lock that boy away in the drawer marked ‘arsehole’ in our heads and carry on. But PT Boy KEPT texting:
‘How are you?’
‘How was your day!’
‘How are you feeling?’
So of course I thought it might get to date four right?
So I asked. I suggested dinner and got the reply ‘aww sorry, I would say yes but I don’t finish until 9.30 lol’.
A few days later I mentioned my flatmate would be out of town for the weekend. Because when dinner fails you lure them in with the thought of sex. And it worked. He said he had time off over the weekend and we’d sort something out.
By Wednesday I wanted to know what was going on. So when he text as usual I asked if he wanted to do Thursday or Friday night as I needed to know when I was free. He explained he couldn’t do Thursday as had a friend’s birthday party. Fair enough. So I asked, ‘Friday?’…
And the reply…
‘I have to be up early Saturday so need to chill Friday. Sorry to mess you around but things might change.’
No mate, should things change I’ll be long gone. I will not sit around in the hope he can squeeze me in to his oh so busy schedule. So I bit the bullet:
‘Well I’m off to the UK next week so won’t be around for a while. I guess it’s a case of bad timing.’
And did he make an effort? Of course not. The text I got was:
‘Sorry, you caught me on a week I had lots of free time and now it’s flipped LOL’
And that’s when I sent ‘oh well’.
Quite frankly I should have binned him off when he sent the first LOL. Won’t make that mistake again.