Date #9 is now following you on Twitter.
Well now, there’s an email I never thought I’d receive. It’s not that I’ve never heard from one of my previous date (Date #1 proposed another rendezvous last month, Date #4 messaged me upon my return to Match.com, Date #6 continues to gchat me every once in a while and Date #7—actually, don’t get me started on Date #7. I don’t want to jinx it. More on that later.)
But Date #9? Following me on Twitter? After that whole pissed off Pre-Raphaelite debacle that comprised our third and final date? Three letters came to mind: WTF?
For those of you just tuning in, Date #9 was the first of my Match.com contenders to earn himself a first date kiss from Yours Truly. Date #9 also introduced me to the Raspberry Truffle White Chocolate Martini and seeing as the RTWCM has become a basic staple in my diet, I suppose I shall be forever in his debt (or rather to the bartender who fixed me said martini while I was waiting alone, in my new linen dress for half an hour while Date #9 circled the block in an attempt to find parking).
So what went wrong between me and this particular Pre-Raphaelite? I agreed to meet him for dinner outside of Philadelphia, that’s what.
It was raining cats and dogs, I got lost on my way out to the suburbs and by the time I finally parked and found Date #9 waiting for me in a gazebo behind the restaurant, I was even later than he had been on our first date.
(Thirty five minutes late, to be exact. A personal record.)
It went downhill from there and in typical Pre-Raphaelite fashion, he wasn’t exactly subtle in expressing his displeasure with my tardiness. (Not only did he refuse to share his umbrella but he also criticized my lack of familiarity with some New York Times bestselling author I “ought to have known” and deposited me back in the parking lot with nary a kiss goodnight.)
He did pay for our meal, and he had brought a lovely bottle of wine to celebrate our first real dinner together but hey, sh*t happens. Sure he was disappointed in me and whatever he’d envisioned for our third date. Sure I should have asked him for directions instead of relying on my “I can do it myself!” navigational prowess but long story short, I didn’t, and as such we never spoke again after that night.
Now, seven months later, he’s following me on Twitter. Dare I ask WHY? I mean I like to think my Tweets are amusing but I suspect very few people, aside from my mother, share this opinion.
So my question for all of you today is this: what’s with this ghost of Christmas past business? What do you do when an ex tries to friend you on Facebook or decides to follow you on Twitter? Not that I know a lot about dating prior to the digital age but I like to think it was easier back then—cut and run, right? But now former dates, ex-boyfriends and their subsequent girlfriends are all just a click away. What’s a poor girl (or guy) to do?
PS: I know I promised an update on my 50th Date Challenge for today but I’m running late so it will have to wait until tomorrow. Suffice it to say, this portion of my Great Date Experiment is not going terribly well. Go figure.
PPS: Check out my new post over at Too Darn Hot: The Case of the Sequined Booty Shorts. It’s funny. And involves me shopping for sequined booty shorts– what’s not to love?