ARGH. That's all I have to say (well not really).
There I was, bopping along, thinking I knew what was what, figuring I had at least one more good date to look forward to and perhaps more to follow. And, you know what? I was completely wrong. I have no idea what happened, but yesterday I got the big diss.
Yesterday, I called Mark after I left the office. He didn't answer. I left a message saying that Friday wouldn't work and we should figure something out for next week. I bumped into some friends and went to see Beauty Shop with them (don't bother, not even Queen Latifa redeems this one--though she is fine as always, and Alicia Silverstone isn't horrible either). Mark hadn't called by the time the movie was out and I was a little worried, but I knew it was irrational. There was really no hurry for him to return the call.
When I got home, I checked my email and there was a notice from the site-that-shall-remain-nameless telling me I'd been contacted--by Mark! I thought, "This can't be good." He wrote:
Thanks for you message. However, I'm afraid I am going to have to drop out and stop pursuing this. Thanks for the fun drink, and I wish you all the best!
Boo on you Mark and your non-explanation! I didn't respond and I don't plan to. I am tempted to write to him, of course. I want to ask what the heck happened, but this clearly had nothing to do with me. Anyway, if it is something I did or said then I just don't want to know. I was really good with this guy. I was funny and charming and genuine. I didn't say terrible things or insult him in even the subtlest ways. I was very well behaved. I don't want to hear a diagnosis of my faults, so I'm not going to ask. And it's true, we didn't have the biggest click in the world--I was just riding on all that beautiful potential. Ah, the beautiful potential. I will miss that.
I'm not going to say I'm not disappointed. I am disappointed. But, I am not heartbroken--my heart was not involved. I didn't actually expect anything either. And, THANK GOD I didn't change my plans for this guy! He did, indeed, turn out to be just "some guy." Some guy who didn't even want to see the Final Four--loser.
So, who does want to go see the final four games with me? Anyone? (Normally I would watch with HP, but she's at a wedding all day and doesn't know when she can get away.)
Grateful for: going slow and not being entirely crazy.