But in March he ended up switching careers and couldn’t handle a relationship

But in March he ended up switching careers and couldn’t handle a relationship

Lemon meringue pie – He messaged me on Okcupid. He seemed super nice, intelligent, but was a little bit of a pretty boy. He asked me for my phone number and then called (yes, called. He said texting was too impersonal) to set up the first date. We met for coffee, but it was nothing special. Neither of us tried to talk to each other again

Vanilla cupcake – I was a little hesitant about responding to his message on Okcupid. He seemed like a funny, but quirky guy. He asked for my number and then after a few text conversations, we met for dinner. I knew from the start it was not going anywhere. He was shorter than me (which isn’t a deal breaker, but doesn’t help) and was incredibly awkward and couldn’t keep a conversation. His “self-employed” job was delivering papers part time while living in his mom’s basement. He was 1 class away from finishing a culinary degree but wasn’t sure if he wanted to finish. Yeah, no thanks. I was ready to be done before we even sat down.

Sugar cookie – He was actually a winner. My first boyfriend! He messaged me on POF shortly after Christmas. He mentioned my ukulele playing abilities and won me over. We met on New Year’s Day (I had a little too much fun the night before if you catch my drift…) and despite my broken blood vessels under my eyes and queasy stomach, we hit it off immediately. We actually dated for about 2 months and things were great. I was devastated, but everything happens for a reason…right?

Chocolate cupcake – I actually messaged him first, from a free trial I had on Match. We had messaged back a little and exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for dinner. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. He was a little awkward and had a really annoying laugh. He texted me 2 days after and said he had a lot of fun. I responded thanks, but I don’t see us as being anything more than friends. That might not have been the nicest way to approach it, but why prolong the inevitable? (more…)