A Giant Plate of Eager with a Side of Rejection…
So this week may have been the most fulfilling week professionally in a long time; It also may have been the biggest fail when it comes to personal life.
So to begin, I am on a strike after the “alleged” bootie call. Following the evening of the BC, I have refused to contact The Bachelor and not surprisingly, there has been no sign of him. I can only venture to guess that this is happening for one of two reasons:
1) He’s just not that into you (in this case ME) or,
2) He has contracted some sort of sexually transmitted disease post-bootie call and is waiting for the evidence to disappear.
For my own good, I am going to believe number 2. Some transmitted diseases surface from time to time and just won’t go away. They can also be distinguished by their blonde hair, pouty lips and perfectly manicured nails. I also have a disease tonight and it’s called JUDGMENTAL.
Moving on. I finally agreed to meet up with the Eager Beaver, and boy was he eager. Such a nice guy with an incredible zest for life (and zest for nachos, which is much appreciated). I met EB at a Queen West pub where we had good conversation, some laughs but most importantly, no spark. We were like a wet campfire log on a rainy day. To light this fire, it would have taken either gasoline or a whole lot of tequila. Since you can’t be lit your entire dating life, this one was DOA.
I will never understand why some people look like such a good fit on paper but then lack that extra component. I want so badly to like the good guy for once, but it’s just not happening. Despite having a great time, I wasn’t about to force. It was a completely cordial sign off until the unthinkable happened: He rejected my rejection.
I really didn’t think I had to address the lack of chemistry on this particular night, but him saying “I really think we’re a good fit,” led me to believe otherwise. Because I believe in not burning bridges and just a general respect for other human beings, I explained I didn’t think we were a good match, in as nice of a way as possible.
Eager Beaver countered. Not only did he believe I was wrong, but believed it was wrong of me to make such a decision after only one date. This is tough because once you go on date two, there is some kind of an investment. If I know there’s no hope, this is senseless. Just like rejecting a rejection. Senseless.
After explaining that he did not agree and that in general people can grow to like one another, I expressed my feelings that this was not the case for me and that this x factor needed to be there. After all of this, he somewhat accepted (still not sure about this) and decided we should be friends instead. He decided this. Strangely, I accepted.
This entire experience has led me to believe that I have not only missed out on the chance to date the world’s most eager man, but that I have also missed out on living my life with a man I believe will make hundreds of thousands in sales one day- the guy is incredibly persuasive. Some other girl is incredibly lucky - I truly believe EB will meet his eager match very soon.
Until next time…
