Yesterday, I found myself a familiar emotional spot as a direct result of dating. Let me explain…
…it starts with an exciting eHarmony match.
A few weeks ago, eHarmony matched me with a girl, who I’ll call “B.” B was really attractive, had a great profile and seemed to have a great deal of introspection. Fast forward to last Wednesday.
I was really excited about meeting B. I had even mentioned the date to a few friends, which is saying something. In any case, I went to the Starbucks where we were supposed to have our first date. It was supposed to be at 7PM. 7:05PM rolled around and I called her.
Me: “Hi B, Was our date at 7PM or 7:30PM?” (My diplomatic way to see where she was.)
B: “You didn’t get my text? I couldn’t make it tonight.”
She went to apologize and it turned out she had texted that she couldn’t make it to my cell phone. Except she had misdialed.
This was disappointing but I find it’s best to give someone the benefit of the doubt and my excitement was a little dampened but still strong.
We made plans to meet Sunday night. I was eager. Excited. Talked more to my friends.
Fast forward to Sunday @ 2PM. A text comes in on my cell phone. This time she had gotten the number right.
The text conversation (exactly as it happened)…
B: “Tim. Dont think I can make it tonight. Not quite ready 4 this. So sorry.”
I had a salad roll in my mouth when this came in. It took strong mouth muscles to keep this from falling to the ground.
Me: “You have to be kidding me. You have a lot of nerve. I’m disappointed but more than that this is just rude and especially after the other day, quite frankly inexcusable. Really disappointed. Do the next guy a favor and only start the process if you actually want to go on a date.”
B: “Didnt mean 4 that, honestly. Grandma just passed and it hit me very hard. thats why I was in Colorado.”
Me: “There are much better ways to handle these type of situations. Please close me out on eHarmony.”
And any way it went on for a little bit but, to say the least, it was disappointing. Which brings me to the main point of this blog post…
…the man with the $30,000 pencil.
My Dad used to tell this joke/parable about business. A man has a stand at a crowded outdoor market. A huge sign is unveiled in front of his table.
A would be customer comes up to the pencil salesman and says, “Are you crazy? $30,000 for a pencil?”
The pencil salesman says, “Ah but if I just sell one.”
The point being…
I think that so much of my dating life and just dating life for single people is just like being a man with a $30,000 pencil. You hope to sell just one.
It’s a mad, crazy, foolish dream but on the off chance that you find someone wonderful, spectacular, amazing, inspiring and all that other good stuff, you put up with situations like I had with B.
In short, sometimes, it’s only crazy faith in something you have no rational basis to believe in that keeps you in the dating game.