Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I am having a hard time getting over someone. We had been sporadically chatting over match.com before I met Bryan last summer and then we reconnected months later in April and starting chatting again, finally meeting on the night of my birthday. He’s 3 years younger than me, is completely spontaneous and fun, chatty and interesting, with more energy than me! I blogged about him saying how cool he was and stoped short to avoid jinxing it. Well, I did it!

After this first night of great conversation on the stoop of my building at 3 in the morning, we meet up later that week. Each subsequent meeting, in spite of our best efforts, ended up becoming booty calls. The only time we hung out, save watching the X-men on opening night, was at my house or his and were all spur of the moment. He and I were both too busy to actually make plans.

However, before we started hooking up, he would say things like, "oh, let me take you out to dinner" and "you have to take me to that electronica-night @ DC9" and etc., I think we both allowed our relations to move in a direction of convenience and purpose (being f’ buddies.) Well, last week I got stood up by him, after getting all hootched out and cute. We made plans on the fly (yet again) when he called and said, "I’m totally pumped. let’s go party" on his way driving home. He told me he would call in 30 minutes to figure out meeting time. 30 minutes later (and after I got my hair-did) he calls to flake, "I’m sorry, I gotta lame out…" and something about errands he needed to run early the next day. I was fine with it while on the phone because I had originally been planning on going to Cobalt to meet up with Chris, but something really pissed me off. In that instant, it became apparent that I wasn’t even being treated like a friend. So I called back, explained things and he was tired so we would talk the next day… but we didn’t talk and I haven’t spoken with him since.

What makes me sad is that he is exactly the kind of person I imagine I would get along with–someone who is high-energy, pumped by working out, who loves electronica, who laughs a lot and finds life and people funny, who does things on a whim, who kicks it with gays and crazy people, who likes to dance, who stays up and wakes up early depending upon situation (so I guess, erratic sleep and spontaneous)…. aaaaah. I was nervous around him because I really admired him and liked him for his genuine and open atitude.

God. I didn’t want a boyfriend but I had to end it. I didn’t want to be treated like less than a friend. Now, I’m getting hit on by the biggest losers in DC, as usual. Boring, plain, and who expect me to entertain them and talk the whole time. I’m sick of dating on match.com!

I don’t know why it saddens me, but I think about the other guys out there and I cringe. Surely there are fun, spontaneous, liberal, dancing, electronica-listening, well-dressed, funky, fresh, adorable, HOT, guys out there in this damned city of suits and seriousness? Damn! I miss this guy!

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