So, it takes a confused heart to get me back into writing.
Life has been extremely busy since I’ve written last. I’ve been traveling a LOT for work, my best friend Unicorns is staying with me for a while, and I’ve been actively dating.
- Work has been great – being busy is a good thing – together with my team we are making good progress on closing a few deals. They won’t happen right away, but we are definitely moving in the right direction.
- Friendships – Having Unicorns in town has been fabulous. I love having her friendship, guidance, and support around me 24-7. As you will soon learn, its been a good thing.
- Dating. Mr. Showtime turned out to be fabulous. We had instant chemistry, lots of things in common, and we had a great time together no matter what was on the roster. He even met a few of my friends – FreeBird and Unicorns, and they both gave him the thumbs up. Honestly, up until last week, I would have said that things were progressing very nicely.
But here is the weird thing. And guys, please pipe in because this kind of behavior is very strange to me. It’s happened to me twice now – the first time with Dear Paula Letter Writer, and now Mr. Showtime. This must be pretty common behavior amongst a certain type of man? Or is it the timing? I realize I’m the common denominator here … maybe its me…
Mr. Showtime and I started interacting since our first date. We weren’t able to spend too much time together, but we were in constant communication. He would call and/or text me everyday. He would say sweet and darling things, i would reciprocate. A few weeks back, Mr. Showtime went to NY for business. While he was away, he called and texted me every day. He got back a week ago Saturday night, I picked him up from the airport and returned him to his house. We spent Sunday morning together, took a drive before he had to go to work. I dropped him off at his house, with plans for him to come over to my house for dinner that evening.
At the end of the day, he decided he was too tired and wanted to chill at home, which I totally understood (I would have done the same thing). Here is how the rest of the week/weekend played out:
- Sunday: even though we planned to have dinner, I had to text and call to find out what he was doing. He was tired and wanted to stay home.. got it, no problem.
- Monday: I reached out .. he responded that he was sick.
- Tuesday: I offered to stop by with soup… he declined.
- Wednesday: no contact
- Thursday: I texted him asking him if he felt better. Suggested we get together on Sunday. His return text, “That sounds nice”.
- Friday: no contact
- Saturday: I texted him, asked him how he was feeling.. wondering if he was up still up for Sunday. No response.
- Sunday: I texted him in the morning, sharing with him I was a bit worried and just asked that he let me know he was alive. I got a “I’m helping my daughter move”. I thanked him for letting me know, wished him well with the move and that I would call later. I called in the evening, got his VM, left a brief message.
- Monday – Today: Left him a VM stating I’d love to catch up and he could call me anytime.
So that’s it. I’ve put the ball in his court. It’s very strange to me that we would communicate pretty much every day since we met, and now he has dropped off the face of the earth. But I do believe that his actions are very consistent with someone who prefers not to see or speak to me again, so my plan is to let it go. If I don’t hear from him by later this week, my plan is to send him a simple email something along the lines of “it’s fine you’re no longer interested, but I really wish you would have told me so directly”… I’m mean come on people, aren’t we all adults here?
Honesty, simply disappearing from the face of the earth is just rude and I’ll never understand it. I did a bit of research on this topic, ran across this article, Why Men Disappear, which gives me some clarity… but I’m still confused that people in general are o.k. with this strategy. My Mr. Big was able to do it, Dear Paula Letter Writer did it at the 2 month mark, and it appears that Mr. Showtime is at it himself now that we are at the 2 month mark. Its funny, I struggled with breaking up with Chicken Legs, but at the very least we had the conversation multiple times.
This is why I have a confused heart. My heart is churning, trying to find a reason for it, because it just doesn’t make any sense. I would have never expected this from Mr. Showtime (or Dear Paula Letter Writer for that matter…) He was very clear about his interest, very consistent with both his verbal and physical communication… up until a week ago. Just so odd….and has me searching for the why….
I should be focusing on a demo right now, but I just felt the need to get this out there. I’m hoping by sharing it with you, you can help me figure it out, and release the confusion from my head and heart, because frankly, I’m getting tired thinking about it. I know I’ll be fine… it’s just another blip on the radar of my romantic life.