Floored

You know me ... Queen of Cynicism.  Surprised by nothing.  So much never surprised that I would hate to disappoint everyone by admitting that sometimes, I am.

Naw. I'll admit it.  Tonight I got floored.

Just home from Rooftop Thursday with the Michigan folks, chilling on the patio with a bag of popcorn and the Gmail account, and up shows an erstwhile boy who, in April and May, I chatted with enough to matter.  The classic he's-10-years-younger-but-we-have-so-much-in-common type.

(Yes. Mock if you will.)

 We had two Almost Dates.  May was the last failed attempt and we hadn't talked since.

Erstwhile Boy: Hi
K:  Hey there.
EB:  How ya been? Find love yet?
K:  Oh, of course. You?
EB:  No
K:  Come on. It's super easy.
EB:  Nah... Not what I want
K:  Come on. Get a sense of humor
EB: Every girl wants an all or nothing relationship
K:   If I could find love you probably wouldn't be talking to me.  Why so blue?
EB:  Just stressed I think.  When it rains it pours.. I'm tired

Please go back and imprint in your head the dialogue you just read. Reserve it.

K:  What makes you say hi tonight?  It's been awhile.
EB:  I saw you in and I'm hardly ever on.  Trying to quit the Internet
K:  Noble.  Are you in school this summer?
EB:  I think about u often ....  Daydreaming mostly

Our chat pace was slow. About this time I recalled that he also wrote a blog, one pertaining to a major hobby ... and for which the blog is a major catalyst.  The name is unusual enough that I re-found it quickly and started browsing as I simultaneously wrote him about my trip to Europe. He was explaining some of his summer pursuits.

Funny, this, because I was reading about these same pursuits on his blog as he was writing them.  Was also reading a couple of phrases that seemed to be of relative import:

".... while on my honeymoon ..."

".... including my wife ...."

One entry pictured him kissing a woman, and the surrounding text suggested this would be the same said-wife, recently married.  Rather explains why we hadn't talked since May.

Meanwhile, back on Gmail, I had just finished a tale of Europe.

EB: Haha.  Very cool.  I still hope we can get together at some point

Here is me. Thinking maybe I should ask his wife if she would mind if we got together at some point.  Or ask if he remembered he had given me his blog address.

Instead:

K:  Perhaps.   I'm sure you are quite otherwise occupied.
EB:  I'm pretty busy yes... But.. I still want to get together... Perhaps have some excitement in our lives

Really, really almost said something.  Realized I was too tired to play the devil.  Realized my job was not to fix this man,  but to just not talk to him any more.

K:   Hey, alright, I'm gonna bail.  I'm on the patio and it's cold
EB:   Wish I was there to warm you up

And people wonder sometimes how I could possibly be cynical about dating.  Bald-faced duplicity is just a total hoot.