After the live-in and I split, I decided to immediately get back on the horse and start dating again.
I did what anyone with no friends and no real social life did, I joined Match.com. I also went this route because I had met my previous two boyfriends at a bar, yes – a bar. The same one. It obviously wasn’t working for me.
I met Dave. We spent three glorious weeks emailing back and forth all day long. It was so awesome! He wanted to know all about me and my day. My job at the time involved traveling the state. When am email would come in from him I would pull over in a parking lot, read it, and respond.
The messages were long. Detailed. He cared about me and my day. We grew up in similar families, him just a city away from me.
He lives in the same condo complex as my cousin.
He seemed just perfect!
It was wonderful. He boosted my self-esteem after almost two years of a selfish , moody, mean partner.
Until we met in person.
Then the messages stopped.
I wish we had never met in person. I loved our all day emailing friendship. Someone who was interested in my day. Isn’t that what we all really want? Someone intelligent, that shares our interests and wants to know how we are doing?
I don’t know what turned him off about meeting me in person. That part is usually easy for me, works in my favor. It’s usually the communication/connectivity/commitment I struggle with. I am usually a busy person, work usually comes first. I used to travel a lot, so that came first.
After not hearing from him after meeting in person, I was destroyed. It was over two years before I started dating again.
But there is a light in the story of Dave.
You know how when you first join Facebook you accidentally click a button that invites your entire address book to be your friend? The one after confusingly clicking it you immediately regret what you did?
I clicked it. It invited Dave.
He accepted my friend request and we would occasionally check in with one another.
He’s a good guy. He really is. I am truly glad to know him and have him as a friend.
He is a good friend to me.
His sister has twins. She was pregnant with them at the time we were first chatting. I told him I had always wanted twins. Call it guilt or a way to repent for my sin.
A couple of years ago (and keep in mine I first met Dave almost 6 years ago) he sent me a message telling me his sister was pregnant again. With twins. Again. He wrote he remembered that I had said I wanted twins and that he wanted to share the news with me because I would appreciate it.
Here’s another reason why:
I have been off Facebook for almost a year.
And a couple of weeks ago I got a message from Dave on Linked In.
It said: “Are you still around?”
It really is nice to have someone who cares about you.