As I mentioned a couple of months ago, I signed up for a dating website and the only reason I'm still bothering with it is because it was a mandatory 3-month minimum.
Pretty sure I know why the minimum. No way you're going to find anyone worthwhile in a month. This website should just call itself The Leftovers. But I digress.
Anyway the girl at issue I originally contacted at the end of last year and me not knowing my way around up here yet, didn't think to look up just how much distance there was between Chico and Manteca. She thanked me for reaching out, said she would be interested but because of the distance, it probably wouldn't work out. I looked it up. 2 ½ one-way?! You're right, my bad. That much distance would be a challenge if we were an established relationship, nevermind just getting to know one another. Good luck, peace out. Again, that was at the end of the year.
Cut to two weeks later, she messages me totally out of the blue and follows up by asking how my dating experiences have been on the site. This was the weekend I ended up staying home from work, out sick. She's bemoaning how discouraging it all has been and we commiserate about the lack of quality people at this point. And that's how we ended up messaging back and forth for several hours. Came to find out a LOT about her and her 4 kids with her ex who cheated on her at minimum 7 times. And at least a few other kids from those dalliances.That's as much as she knew and caught him on. But she still kept taking him back.
At this point, I'm already poking fun at her expense and I'm not sure she really understood when I was telling her they could have been guests on Jerry Springer or Maury Povich. Remember, she lives 2 ½ hours away. There's ZERO chance we're going to run into each other randomly.
Our first phone call ran over 5 hours on Sunday night. Thank God it was a holiday weekend. We pick up the convo later Monday morning and another hourslong phone call past midnight. I had to go in to work in the morning and I was struggling. But she wanted another phone call Tuesday night. What can I say, I've been told I have a great phone voice. If you've been on a call with me, you can let me know. 🤷🏽♂️
I was at work Tuesday night past 9:30 and hadn't had dinner so it's about 10:30 before I'm calling and I told her I needed a hard stop at midnight, no matter what. She agreed. Bear in mind, most of our calls up to now, she had been doing a LOT of the talking. And of the few women I have been able to contact through the dating site up to this point, I feel like they just want to be heard and given the chance, will dominate the conversation. I've lost track of how many times they've been chattering away and I try to interject only for them to barely acknowledge what I said and they continue talking. Barely a word in edgewise. This girl was no different. This is important as there's a hard stop to our phone call. Oh, this is also the time she mentioned that her profile was incorrect. She didn't live in Manteca , she moved and "for some reason, it didn't update." Yeah, that reason is probably because you didn't take the minute and a half to do it. No, she currently lives in Modesto. Almost 30 minutes FURTHER away. She didn't think to mention that when she brought up how far away we lived from one another her first reply to me? Anyway, in those final 45 minutes of Tuesday night's call, she starts in again on another fucked up relationship from her past. As she continues, I'm starting to watch the clock.
"oh yeah, hey what... Oh, ok, sure go on..."
"Wow, that's crazy what abo.... Ok.."
This goes on past midnight until she finally pauses long enough for me to cut in.
"Hey, it's after midnight and I need to get to bed."
Naturally, she didn't want to end her therapy session but agreed anyway and I say, half asleep at this point, something like, "I wish we could have ended on a better note..." And she IMMEDIATELY called me out on that. I admitted, I misspoke, apologized, not at all what I meant other than, I did wish the conversation hadn't gone into such a downer territory, though I didn't say that. Again, it's after midnight and I'm already in bed. Nope, I could tell she was amping herself up for an argument. Even going so far as to tell me that if I wanted her to change the topic, I should have said so. Bitch, I TRIED doing that for at least half an hour. FUCK that. Goodnight.
The next morning, I still sent her a good morning text, she replied. That was Wednesday morning, just after 7 am.
I figured I'd take a break, clear the air, after all, as upset as she was Tuesday night, I wasn't about to open up that can of worms. Let it rest for a bit. Thursday afternoon, she messaged me saying, "Well, looks like you've ghosted me..." Not even a day and a half and she declared I ghosted her. She takes a dig at me in that message. Pretty sure she was hoping I'd take the bait and reply, kick off that argument she never got to have. Fuck that, she can hang onto that, I'm too damn old to play these games.
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