Time Goes By... So Slowly

Waiting. So all I've been doing is waiting- waiting to write this until I had another date to cover. Waiting for Mark to call me and ask me out on said date. Waiting for someone new in my inbox, waiting for someone to approach me at the coffee shop or bar... Arrgh! Is there anything more tedious or less sexy? And more importantly, can one even write a fake blog consisting of PDWUs when there are no D's to WU?

So after my last date with Mark, I officially declared myself into him, and then took off to L.A. for a few days. I wanted a "have a great trip!" text, but oh well. I figured he'd just call me when I got back to town. That's when the waiting started, and the compulsive checking of email and texts. I checked and checked and re-checked- nothing. By Friday, I knew it was over. My intuition had been telling me all along that this guy was seeing other girls, so I figured one of those girls had snagged her man. I was bummed, but honestly I knew I was in trouble when I decided I liked him. Unfortunately, in 99 of 100 cases, I don't like the guys who like me, and the ones I do like are just not that into me. Apparently I am an eternal optimist, because I have spent my entire singlehood trying to outsmart this formula.

Then on Monday, 10 days after he left me swooning at the door of my bachelor pad, he emailed me. "Hey Jane, I haven't talked to you in a while. How was L.A.?" Really? You haven't talked to me? Could that be because you haven't CALLED me? But I didn't say that. I was that fake-breezy girl that I know oh so well. Busy! Traveling! Friends! Job interviews! Girl on the go, not pathetic inbox waiter. 24 hours later he responded. Did I ever get the music from my ipod back onto my computer? (That is apparently harder than it sounds, btw.) And also, he was going away on Friday for 10 days. Hmmm, why did he take so long between emails? But still hopeful, I now had a time crunch (2 or 3 days) and an excuse for us to get together. I was enthusiastic- told him I hadn't attempted the music resurrection, and would love his help. I said I would pay in baked goods. (A euphemism for sexual favors?) And then guess what- I waited. 30 hours later and 4000 clicks of "check mail" he responded today at 4pm. Sure, he'd love to help- but it would have to WAIT until after the trip. WhatEVER, dude. After the first email lag I asked myself if he had just gotten back in touch with me to blow me off again. The answer to that question, frustratingly, is yes. I told him that I would handle the itunes myself and to have a nice trip.