so i went to the grocery store today after work and i’m wandering around in my work clothes (which usually make me feel pretty middle-aged and “teacher-ish”) and my hair’s up and no make up on and feeling fat (got period today) and as i enter the toilet paper aisle, i look up to see this man over by the apples staring at me.
he immediately looks away after i immediately realize who he is and the blah look on my face is undoubtedly replaced with a glare.
a dirty glare. me thinking, can’t i go ANYwhere and be left alone?
(and what’s with the FRUIT FLIES in my house right now??? argh)
it’s that guy, that PAINTER (who has his own art studio), who i met only once, last march, when i tried one more time (after several years hiatus) to online date. we met at the art gallery and two hours before the date i broke down sobbing, wishing i’d never agreed to meet. wishing i never had to go on a date again, because it was inevitably going to end in disappointment and rejection.
and he was rude to me, making up some lame-o excuse why he had to run away from me. and it was pouring rain that day and i was so humiliated. it was so obvious he couldn’t wait to get away from me. and in the rain, outside, he made some crappy remark about calling me. i knew it was a lie.
and of course it was because he never called.
and then today he sees me, and instead of getting away from me, he stands in front of the frozen food i want to get to FOREVER. i have all my produce and i’m loitering next to food i don’t want, only for him to NOT MOVE. i felt like it was on purpose. i refused to go near him or talk to him or even look at him.
no, instead i stood around as my lettuce melted and he hogged the frozen food aisle.
then he FINALLY moves on, after getting NOTHING out of the case (as i bury my two packages of cookies so he won’t see them) (hey, i have my period, i’m entitled!) and i move on too, sure he will have checked out by the time i get to the registers.
oh no. he comes BACK DOWN THE AISLE again. pathetic.
did you really not notice i don’t want to talk to you?
seriously, you humiliate me by running away on the date, you never call after saying you will (truly, it didn’t matter, it’s just the principal of lying that i detest) and then you see me 5 months later in the toilet paper aisle and you think i’m going to be all “oh HI”
uhm. no.
this is one of the many reasons i won’t ever do the online dating thing again. it was sheer hell and i’m glad it’s over.
i’ll settle for my pathetic crushes on men who don’t know i exist anyday.
