VD Disaster

So this post is kind of post disaster, but I needed the time to heal. I made that last part up. So I'm single and all, and have been for about a year now. I have spent the better part of the last year recovering from the worst relationship of my life to date. I did not make that last part up. So aside from the occasional whoopsie daisy doodle and a couple of lame dates, I've been pretty much on my own.

Therefore I was as surprised as the next person to find myself with a date for the big VD extravaganza. No this is not a convention in Vegas for the "Adult Film Industry." This is a post post, I'm referring to Valentines Day. It actually happened by accident, but I was pleased for 2 reasons. First it would be the first Saturday in I don't know how long that I haven't spent the night with a bottle of cheap wine, a remote and my dog. Second, I've had a date on Valentine's day every year since I've moved to Vegas and have been using that fact to block out the decade (or 2) living in Utah when the VD's spent with a loved one were becoming fewer and more far between as the years went by. Late 20's+non Mormon= Sad and alone.

It all started on Super Bowl Sunday. Apparently this is a big deal to some, mostly I enjoy appetizers and booze, so count me in. I can always drink enough to actually find football somewhat interesting or block it out all together. So when my friend Jamie invited me to a Super Bowl party I was happy to tag along. She had mentioned prior to the party that she had a client who she thought I might click with and that he could possibly be there, sure enough he was, and we did. So we ended up talking the Monday before VD and he asked me out for that Saturday. He had no idea it was the big lovers holiday but wasn't fazed by the fact when I informed him (I figured I should fill him in just in case he was married or something, boy would his wife be pissed if she was alone on VD.)

So we went out. I looked good, avoided doing or saying anything too vulgar. All in all totally on me best big girl behavior. We had a great meal, good conversation. He talked a lot. Cool, takes the pressure off me. We drank good wine. Then we went to a casino to see his coworkers band play. It was a good time. He looked at me adoringly. He held my hand. He mentioned possible future outings. And then........ Nothing. Never heard from him. And considering it's been a month now, I'm pretty certain I won't. I was in total shock, most people at least get to know me before they hate me!! The thing that bothers me a bit (besides the slight bruise to the ego, he didn't like me?? ME??) is that I consider myself fairly good at gauging peoples reactions to me. Obviously, at least in this case, I was pretty off. It's like when you're sure you nailed a job interview and then don't get a call back. Either way, I'm not securing a position in which I wish receive monetary compensation for services rendered. Wait, what? That's just wrong.

In the end though, It's probably really okay. Really. Because on some level I was trying to like this guy because he seemed like the type of guy I should like (employed, no random kids or ex/current wife's/baby mama's, no obvious addictions or recent incarcerations) In other words the polar opposite of my last boyfriend. I keep trying to change the type of men I'm attracted to but seem to find this challenging (made more so by the fact that THEY DON'T CALL ME AGAIN) so I suppose I'm destined to either end up alone or in a trailer park surrounded by empty beer cans, cigarette butts and despair. Bummer, I don't even smoke. But I suppose you can't force things if they aren't there, and truthfully I wasn't totally into this guy.

Unless he calls again. Then I just KNEW we were meant to be.