Just Bad

My second date with Woods was last week, and I haven't written about it because I just feel bad.  We had a nice dinner, but there was simply no spark.  He is a sweetheart of a guy, ripe for the picking, but I just can't talk myself into it.  When we came out of the restaurant, we discovered his car had been towed.  (I know!  More feeling bad.)  When I was in my cab on the way home, and he was in his on the way to the tow lot, (btw, wouldn't I have gone with him if I liked him?) he texted to say he had a great night and, "I like you, Jane."  Oh dear.  I didn't respond!  He called me after he got his car, and I picked up to confirm that all was well.  And then he IM'd me later.  Again, I didn't respond.  I know!  I am terrible, he is lovely, and deserves someone who is dying to make out with him.  He asked me out via email on Sunday and I am just now going to reply and say that I have been MIA b/c there's an ex back on the scene.  Guess what, I know.  I just don't want to touch the word chemistry with a ten-foot pole, and my own ego prefers when it's about some mysterious third party instead of me...  But even though I am non-responsive liar, I would like to make it clear to The Universe that this one really is a great guy and he deserves a new love interest ASAP.

If you are not single, and find yourself in yoga pants on the couch in front of The Biggest Loser with one ear on the baby monitor, wishing for nights of cocktails and high heels and exciting chemistry with dashing men, please know that you are really not missing a thing.  This is the reality, and sometimes it is distinctly un-fun.  The only thing worse than being rejected is doing it yourself.