Thursday, March 11, 2010

Mean, shallow, scary

I have a date tomorrow with Luke, the kid from the bar and the dates who I fear is too damn nice for me even though OMG, WHO DOESN’T LIKE SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY ARE GENUINELY NICE?

Me, apparently. I guess I’m that girl? (That question mark is supposed to be there? Because I don’t want it to be true?)

Gross.

Apparently, when you do this dating thing, you learn a bit about yourself. Important things. Like that you’re mostly attracted to assholes and that is probably why you’ll die alone or possibly with your little sister by your side (because, judging by Meg’s past choices, I’m pretty sure this asshole thing is genetic). Lovely.

How awful would it be for me to cancel tomorrow’s date? Not that I don’t plan on going out with him again – I do legitimately want to give him a shot – but because I’m quite worn out from the week and I’m really showing it. Like, I look like a hot mess and there is no chance that I’ll recover in time for tomorrow night. Like, I don’t want him to see me like this.

Hey! Guess what?! I’m shallow, too!

Seriously, though. Is that really bad? Cancelling because I look like a cross between a Zombie and the 8th grade version of myself?

I just want to be cute. And bloated and frizzy and are-those-under-eye-circles-or-are-you-wearing-football-eye-black? is not the slightest bit cute. It’s repulsive. I don’t want to frighten the poor man. He already has enough problems, being all incredibly nice and polite and thoughtful and all.

So, I think that’s what I’m going to do. Cancel. Reschedule for another day, early next week, when I’m rested up from the weekend and look a little less like Godzilla.

It’s for his own good.

And I’ll come up with a really good excuse.

3 comments:

Texas said...

I dated jerks and a-holes for a really long time. Like my entire 20s. And now that I'm not dating a jerk, I'm able to look back and realize that I was dating the wrong guys because I wasn't ready to open up and be in a relationship. And that is perfectly fine. It took me until about 30 to really know myself, and be comfortable and happy with me, before I was able to open up and be in a serious and real relationship with a really good and nice guy.

As much of a cliche as this is... maybe you just aren't in a place where you are ready to be in a relationship with the "right" kind of guy. Maybe this is the time in your life that you need to be concentrating on you and learning who you are deep down.

Kari said...

I think it might be good for you to go on the date when you don't feel 100% -- I think you will have fun and learn that dating doesn't have to be hard or even perfect....just go as you...not the illusion you feel you need to create. Heck you don't even really like this guy -- so what do you have to loose? You need a night of fun...
Anyhow...that's my two cents (remember it's worth less than 2 cents in the US!).

K

Accidentally Me said...

Just tell him the truth...you are beat up from a long week and just don't feel up to it. He will either prove to be as nice as you think...or he will be an ass about it and you will like him more:-P

And then make a date for next week sometime and really commit to enjoying it. It could be that you just don't really click with him, but you at least owe it to yourself to relax, spend a little time with him and see how you feel.

 
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