The above picture of the jackass. Yes, that’s me. We’ll get to that in a brief moment. For now:
The participating of online dating is slowly coming to a close. Part of the reason is that I’m not actively participating again. Another part of the reason is that I just don’t like it. Another reason, I’m finding more live people more fascinating again. Reading through an online dating resume isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.
- Matches don’t use their real picture sometimes, or they won’t even include one. (I am fine with this, because the point of this moment of online dating is to get over looks and look at actual personality.)
- Some profiles are really brief, some are fairly long (like mine), and some are completely vacant or give a bunch of B.S. that doesn’t amount to anything.
- Selfies. Everywhere. One match’s photos are the same selfie pose and position, but different outfits. It’s fucking
And the other night, Wednesday, I was supposed to meet one of the matches out for beer at Empire. She had plans that night, and would let me know what she was thinking between 8:30 PM to 9 PM.
Who knows that I was thinking at that time, around 9, but my phone was nowhere near my person. My mind got preoccupied by internet articles and movie trailers. (You’re can’t watch just one.) And the next thing that is known is the time being 9:40. I jumped up and ran to fetch my phone to find a recent text two minutes old, texts from a half hour prior, and a missed call.
So, yes, I stood her up. She was at the bar, sitting, enjoying a beverage without me.
It was not on purpose. It was stupid on my part, but it was not on purpose. This was the result of an idiotic person being more dumber than usual. Acting like a goof is one thing when you consider nerves, but this … Boy, there are no words.
After yelling into my pillow with hope to get the fluster and parasitic stupidity out, the texts that followed were apologetic. There was no inclination that she couldn’t make it. However, I managed to put my phone on the back on of my mind. To make matters worse, 98 percent of the time — the exception is the use of an alarm while sleeping — the phone is on silent.
Well, I’d rather be a jackass than a complete jerk. The scales have officially tipped in that direction, and I’ll keep owning up to and laughing at my jackassness if it prevents the scales from tipping to the “Jerk” side. Alas, more definition to show perfection is hard to find and impossible to balance.
Last night, Thursday, I actually did meet up with her at the restaurant for dinner and we grabbed dinner. The rest of our night took us to Al’s, where we enjoyed a gin drinks and a mediocre psychedelic band, and then we hit Blue Tusk. It was a great evening.
And hitting up these three places can either say this was a relay or a marathon. (I’m curious what the average first date length is.) The six-and-a-half-hour-long date was fun, and we had a lot to talk about. We’re both in the same position in life and trying to find a job in the Syracuse market. We both aim to get out of the area and head to a new, larger community. Knowing this takes a lot of pressure off. We shared an acknowledged awkward hug, and we called it a night.