In my opinion, blind dates should be illegal. However, those of us on the battle field of the single world know that if we ever plan to conquer love, we must put ourselves out there—we have to at least try.
In my teenage dating adventures, sure, I’d have a friend introduce me to someone at a party or a school function, but as far as the real deal blind date, I hadn’t knocked one down until a few months ago.
I am talking about the kind of mistake you may ultimately end up getting a restraining order against said blind date to protect yourself.
While I admit to being a little on the crazy side, not simply because I am female, but also because it runs in my family, I would never go to the extremes this psycho did towards me.
Here’s the low down.
A co-worker and close friend of mine, Diaz, was introduced to the soon to be psycho blind date through her current boyfriend. Now, as far as boyfriends go, Diaz landed a gold mine in him. Judging by his character, I assumed his friends were probably similar, so I wasn’t too skeptical in meeting the blind date to be.
Diaz was really encouraging of me meeting psycho, simply because in the few months she had known him, he seemed perfect. “He’s a big teddy bear. He will do anything for anyone. He is the kind of guy that wouldn’t cheat, and he will always treat you like a lady.”
Well, well, after a track record of guys I should have passed over, blind date sounded even more appealing.
It gets better.
Once blind date knew he was going to be set up with me, I guess he began investigating other mutual friends between us. So much so, one of them e-mailed me all excited I was meeting one of the best guys around.
Wow. Maybe this time I’ve landed someone who will treat me well.
The short bio of blind date guy: in his 30’s, single, never been married, doesn’t have any kids, and according to a few people—amazing guy all around.
Before our date, he and I exchanged e-mails. As a girl, on my end, the e-mails were maybe once or twice daily and were nothing more to me than small talk—what was happening at work, what was going on with the weather, things of this nature. For the most part, nothing too personal was revealed in the e-mails that happened a few weeks before our one and only date.
Why one and only date? Remember when I mentioned restraining order earlier?
Here’s the rest of the story ladies and gentlemen…
During our one date, he was mostly quiet. Which at first, I thought was super cute. It was ridiculously cold outside, and he wore short sleeves without a jacket. Sweat was pouring down his face. I could tell he was beyond nervous. There is a great possibility he could hurl at any moment. That really wasn’t so cute.
To prevent the awkward silences, I had to do most of the talking. Here and there he would share things about his family or his job, but birds were chirping a lot throughout dinner.
I have to admit, I wasn’t feeling much attraction to him. I like confident guys. He was almost like an abused puppy in the way he acted, waiting for his owner to beat him again. While this tore at my heart, I wasn’t in the shape to try to build someone up and be their guiding light.
The date ended without so much as a kiss–yes, that also means no touching of any kind—we each went our own way.
The next few days our short, casual conversations took place in e-mails. Again, nothing too personal or life altering.
At least not to me anyway.
Until the love letter arrived from him.
Here’s where you listen up guys and gals, here is where you take in the following words:
NEVER write someone a love letter declaring you know all about them, love every single thing about them, get all giddy when a message comes through from them, smile from ear to ear when you are writing them, and want to be serious with them forever after ONE DATE!
How could this guy know anything about me from a few e-mails for a few weeks, and one date? We hadn’t even talked on the phone or texted for goodness sake!
You know nothing about me until you meet my family! Okay, that may be a joke, but come on!
As I read paragraph after paragraph of why he knew we were destined to be together, the only thing that screamed at me is he must be desperate. Or a little off his rocker. I know there are the stories in the world of love at first sight or falling in love after one night together, but we had a one-hour date, and I certainly wasn’t giving off signals I was ready to go to the chapel and get married.
I politely wrote him back and let him know he didn’t know anything about me after one date, and I certainly knew nothing about him at all. Furthermore, I let him know I wasn’t going to be in a relationship with him.
As blunt as I was, apparently, the message wasn’t going through in his mind.
I stopped e-mailing him, so in turn, he began texting me. In all this time we had never text. We exchanged numbers before our first date, just in case one of us was late or decided to run last minute.
The texts were downright creepy.
“I miss you.”
“Why have you stopped talking to me? What did I do wrong?”
“For what it is worth, I wish you well in life. Good luck to you.”
“I would have given you anything. Anything at all. But you just stopped talking to me.”
You get the idea. These are random texts I would get that I never replied to—whether they came at 4am or 4pm, no reply was given, yet he continued to text me.
Perhaps I should say, “Continues.”
That’s right; the texts haven’t stopped entirely just yet.
Boys and girls, girls and boys, after reading this, what have we learned? Please tell me you have taken something away from this article. Let’s recap, shall we?
Do not go on one date and then declare your love – you come off way too desperate, and if the feeling isn’t mutual, it isn’t romantic, it is creepy.
Do not continue to text someone if they do not answer you — move on with your life.
The same goes for e-mails. Just say no.
Don’t stalk them at work or slowly drive past their house pretending your Grandma lives on the same block.
Do not try to guilt someone into talking to you or going on another date with you, when clearly, they are not returning your e-mails, your texts, and have told you they will never be in a relationship with you.
Stop, take a look at yourself, and realize, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. Yes, trust me, there really are a gazillion more!
Keep your dignity intact and move forward. I couldn’t even keep this guy in the friend zone. He moved straight to Creepyville.