...at least that is what I am telling myself. Why else would I get a call today at 5pm so that he could give me the "brush off". The classic " I had a great time with you but I don't think it would work out" line. He's realized that he is out of my league and he should be dating some Junior League chick. I'm telling you...I KNEW it! Yea, I was told to get it out of my head and I did and had an awesome time and thought HE had an awesome time...but obviously..it must have been all one sided if I was looking forward to a possible third date and he was trying to figure out how to give me the brush off.
Karma is a bitch! I have done this brush off to guys who have been in the same situation as me. They are having a great time and there is me, trying to figure out how to get out of the cat-stench apartment or the bad kissing situation. Crap! I guess it's my due this time around...it's just been a while. I forgot what it felt like. To hear the I'm not into you...when you are into them. But I DO give him credit...at least he called to tell me and didn't leave me hanging and wondering. That shit will drive any sane woman crazy and well...I'm far from sane!
So I was surprised...but not totally. Now I am bummed and feel like that girl on the "crushed" postcard on my damn refrigerator. As much as I want to just crawl into bed, sleep for days and forget that I was starting to really like this guy...I'm gonna pick myself up, brush myself off and get back into the game. Ugh...the game. I am really tiring of the dating game...but better to play the game than stay at home all the frigging time.
So I best cut this short so I can write some "witty and cute" emails to future potentials. Gotta pack the social calendar.