In actuality, it’s me that’s back in town. The boys are calling and texting me, though.
Remember Guy #2, J., from the on-line dating website? After 3 dates, I’d told him that we could be friends and he was fine with that, yet didn’t bother to contact him again; we’d never exchanged phone numbers, either. This afternoon he sent me a message via the website asking if I’d like to get together for drinks. Beings he’s the one I felt most comfortable with, drinks as friends couldn’t hurt, I suppose. I told him to expect a text or call from me (since he gave me his phone number this time) after the weekend was over. If things go as planned, I’ll be in need of alcohol the evening of May 31st!!!
There was a guy, D., from the on-line dating website that had been trying to set up a date with me prior to my trip to Paris. Our schedules never seemed to mesh, though we’d spoken over the phone once. After Paris, his plans were to go to Florida for awhile. He sent me a text today, which I have yet to answer. I should probably meet him at least once, but…
Another guy, B., from that website had been trying to set something up with me prior to my Hawaii trip. He asked that I contact him upon my return as I have his “digits.” I’ve done nothing about that, either.
There’s another guy, D., who had introduced himself to me at Muka 3 or 4 weeks ago. He’d sent me a text saying that we should go out together soon. When I responded that I had several things going on and it might take awhile, his texted response was “What?!” Based on that, we won’t be going out at all!
Finally, there’s A., who’s also not from the website. We met in 2009 at Panta Rei. He’s made it clear that he likes me, but I always keep it on the platonic side. We went to see a play together, we had drinks at Farallon and I went to his apartment briefly so that he could drop off his car and we could take a cab to the W Hotel (no parking in SF, as everyone knows). We ended that evening at a house party, where he sent me home in a cab with cab fare and a bottle of champagne. He’s invited me to Tahoe, which I politely declined. Aside from that, we’ve met up at Panta Rei on occasion, and he was over at my friend’s apartment another time. Then, one evening when he was really, really drunk, he called to tell me that he loved me. As odd as that was, I doubt he even remembers making that call!!! He’d sent me a text the night before my Hawaii trip asking when we’d meet at Panta Rei again. We agreed to meet there sometime this week, but… it’s not going to happen. Maybe, and that’s a big maybe, we can meet next weekend or the one after.
As you can tell, I’m not making much of an effort to meet anyone, do anything or go anywhere. What’s the point? None of these men are right for me. When you come in contact with someone that you’re truly attracted to, you don’t want to bother with the riff raff anymore! Then again, this is currently my life and San Francisco is my momentary place of residence, so… that means I’ll eventually contact one or all of them out of sheer boredom. Isn’t that a sad state of affairs? I’m so bored already that I’ve actually begun tweeting! If that doesn’t scare you, nothing will!!!