I Got Stood Up
As a favor to myself I recently joined a club on line for friendship finding. It seemed innocent enough to me and so I started to chat with a person who we will call Carlos. Anyway he sent me a picture of himself and I in turn sent him one and stated that I was looking for friendship only like the club states and hoped he was on line for the same reason, just to find a new friend. Maybe even find someone who had things in common. To my delight he was in agreement, however on several occassions when he would text me he would refer to me as handsome and preface the text with "hey handsome". Still I decided that it would be nice to meet him after seeing in his pieture that he looked like a nice person and very honestly not my type. He was a little too informal looking for me and even stated that he wore black t-shirs and jeans every day. Since I did not intend on anything intimate I really wasn't concerned.
The first meeting was to be a brunch at my home and when the time came I realized I'd forgotten all about it. It was in fact after 11am, the time we were to eat. He was a no show so I texted him finally with a feeling of relief that he did not show up at the door when I was still in bed. LMAO. OMG and what the fuck. Anyway he claimed he was sick and specified he later that he had direah. Too much information I thought. That day came and went and we continued to text on and off finally having a couple of conversations. I noted it was hard not to be dominated by him in a dialog where he seemed to always want to have the last word. But again I thought nothing of it since for me it was about creating friends like the site stipulates.
Finally I invited him to meet me in Andersonville in the city by Foster and Clark. I left to the city early, had some lunch and then waited at a Starbucks for him. I asked him to come and get me and that then we could go to Kopi Cafe and have some coffee. At about 4:05pm he texted to say he was on his way. I told him what I had on and he'd seen a picture of me. Suddenly I realized it was about 15 after 4 and he'd not shown up. Then he texted me to say "I went to Starbucks and it was crowded, could not find you, so I left". I then texted him and stated that I would meet him outside or at Kopi Cafe since he had the address and was apparently near by. He then texted me back "It is OK, I don't think we are a good match, SORRY". I especially loved the caps in sorry.
Apparently I had friendship in my head and he must have had something else in mind and when he saw me in person he did not like what he saw? Uncertain of what happened and still not sure I have to wonder about some people. Even when you are clear to them that you are not looking for love they apparently hear what they want to hear. His intention seemed to be different from mine judging from how things turned out. I thought to myself that maybe I overdid the dressing part: jeans, navy jacket white shirt, horse bit loafers and black socks with a pocket square with red and blue in it. Did I scare him or did I really scare him, you know like a scarecrow scares birds? Who knows.
I think the beauty of all of this is that I don't care only to the degree where I was curious. What the fuck happened? Then I realized that to waste my time thinking about his motives or reasons was insane. Then I went to Alamo and bought a new pair of shoes and laughed all the way back to the car. I simply went on to the remainder of my plans for the evening and had a great dinner with a group of dads from a great set of guys who started a group for gay fathers who were hosting a dinner. It was a wonderful end to what started out to be rather bazaar and strange circumstances. Who cares what happened. People will be who they are and we just cannot personalize it. Rejection is part of life and games people play will be forever in time.
Elliott Collazo Gonzalez
The first meeting was to be a brunch at my home and when the time came I realized I'd forgotten all about it. It was in fact after 11am, the time we were to eat. He was a no show so I texted him finally with a feeling of relief that he did not show up at the door when I was still in bed. LMAO. OMG and what the fuck. Anyway he claimed he was sick and specified he later that he had direah. Too much information I thought. That day came and went and we continued to text on and off finally having a couple of conversations. I noted it was hard not to be dominated by him in a dialog where he seemed to always want to have the last word. But again I thought nothing of it since for me it was about creating friends like the site stipulates.
Finally I invited him to meet me in Andersonville in the city by Foster and Clark. I left to the city early, had some lunch and then waited at a Starbucks for him. I asked him to come and get me and that then we could go to Kopi Cafe and have some coffee. At about 4:05pm he texted to say he was on his way. I told him what I had on and he'd seen a picture of me. Suddenly I realized it was about 15 after 4 and he'd not shown up. Then he texted me to say "I went to Starbucks and it was crowded, could not find you, so I left". I then texted him and stated that I would meet him outside or at Kopi Cafe since he had the address and was apparently near by. He then texted me back "It is OK, I don't think we are a good match, SORRY". I especially loved the caps in sorry.
Apparently I had friendship in my head and he must have had something else in mind and when he saw me in person he did not like what he saw? Uncertain of what happened and still not sure I have to wonder about some people. Even when you are clear to them that you are not looking for love they apparently hear what they want to hear. His intention seemed to be different from mine judging from how things turned out. I thought to myself that maybe I overdid the dressing part: jeans, navy jacket white shirt, horse bit loafers and black socks with a pocket square with red and blue in it. Did I scare him or did I really scare him, you know like a scarecrow scares birds? Who knows.
I think the beauty of all of this is that I don't care only to the degree where I was curious. What the fuck happened? Then I realized that to waste my time thinking about his motives or reasons was insane. Then I went to Alamo and bought a new pair of shoes and laughed all the way back to the car. I simply went on to the remainder of my plans for the evening and had a great dinner with a group of dads from a great set of guys who started a group for gay fathers who were hosting a dinner. It was a wonderful end to what started out to be rather bazaar and strange circumstances. Who cares what happened. People will be who they are and we just cannot personalize it. Rejection is part of life and games people play will be forever in time.
Elliott Collazo Gonzalez
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