Well the "great dating experiment" has suddenly come to a crashing halt. Frustrating thing is I haven't a clue what went wrong.
Guess that's why so many people say they dislike the whole idea of dating. Just from my brief encounter it hardly seemed worth the hassle.
First, let me say, I am braindead when it comes to entering into relationships with members of the opposite sex.
I really appreciate the helpful words of support and encouragement offered to me by members of this board to an earlier post re. "the rules of dating"... It at least got me pointed in the right direction.
My "Marine" seemed pretty nice. He may in fact still be a nice person. It's just that I probably would have a more positive impression of him if he hadn't just "disappeared".
When I left on my vacation, he called and left me phone messages, emailed me, we spoke a couple of times and he said a few times that he missed me. Cool. I felt the same way.
Get back on Thursday, we chat briefly. He's got a job interview and says we'll talk more on Friday evening. Friday morning he calls and leaves me a message that he's running late, but again, we'll talk this evening.. (Friday night). Later on that day he sends me a bunch of pictures of him in his backyard in a nice suit on his way to the interview.
Now here's the strange part...I Haven't heard a word from him since??? <img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_1_27.gif" alt="SmileyCentral.com" border="0"><img border="0" src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fimgfarm%252Ecom%252Fimages%252Fnocache%252Ftr%252Ffw%252Fsmiley%252Fsocial%252Egif%253Fi%253D23%252F23_1_27/image.gif"> It's like he dropped off the face of the earth. Maybe he was married... I don't know what the signs are outside of the proverbial "tan line on the left ring finger".
Guess, I'll chalk it up to experience. I can't buy that he forgot, or got caught up in stuff and wasn't able to get in contact with me. In this day and age if you can't reach someone either by phone, email or cell phone, then you just don't want to reach them.
One good thing that came of all this is that I didn't turn to food for comfort. At first I was a little down about the whole experience trying to figure out what "I" did wrong. The urge to medicate myself with food came on quickly, and just as quickly left. I figured it doesn't have to be about "me" or what "I" had or hadn't done. It was his choice and his problem. So, it's "Aloha on the steel guitar" to my Marine... <img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_2_103.gif" alt="SmileyCentral.com" border="0"><img border="0" src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fimgfarm%252Ecom%252Fimages%252Fnocache%252Ftr%252Ffw%252Fsmiley%252Fsocial%252Egif%253Fi%253D5%252F5_2_103/image.gif">"It was great fun, but it was just one of those things." (Say they should write a song...