It's funny how life works out sometimes. After a year of dating I've ended my journey at Bachelor #27, not because we are a couple and I'm done dating. Quite the contrary. He actually dumped me the evening before I'm leaving for a 2 week trip through Spain and I've decided that when I return I am no longer going to try and date.... period. I've gotten rid of every dating site profile/app and I refuse to try anymore. It is a tremendous waste of my time.
I met Bachelor #27 on Match, he emailed me a few days before my account expired. He sent me a funny poem that rhymed and I thought "I bet he sends this poem to every girl" and then I thought "Well at least he was unique." So I gave him my phone number. I then went to Vegas and had an awesome time (and made out with a significantly younger/good looking guy) and then when I came back I called him. We talked for 2 hours on the phone. On our first date he brought me a big beautiful bouquet of flowers. I thought "wow this guy is really nice." We had a great time on our date and talked until the restaurant closed. I could tell he was nervous, but the conversation kept going.
We went out every week (sometimes multiple times a week) and we talked all the time. I seriously thought things were going well. Granted he was boring, went to bed early, got up early (he was a professional golfer), and seemed very introverted and not super exciting or outgoing. I just thought I would give him a decent try because every fun/outgoing guy I date is a total douchebag. Well he ended up being a douchebag also. He kissed me like he would kiss his mother on our 5th date, and our 6th date, and never really made any sort of move. I didn't even hold his hand because I felt like maybe he wasn't into affection. I thought maybe he was just really nervous or shy. But yet I still gave him a chance. Everyone told me "oh he probably likes you so much, that's why he's shy. You should make a move to show him it's ok?" Well we all remember what happened the last time I tried that... refer to Bachelor #8.
On our last date (last Friday) he even offered to drive me to LAX in the morning since I am leaving for Spain (tomorrow). He also said he wanted to see me before I left since I'll be gone for 2 weeks. He said he'd be free Friday (last night). He ended up being held up at work (allegedly) and I said "ok well let me know when you finish work Saturday and I'd like to see you before I go." He said he would be done at 5. So around 5 I texted him and asked how his day was and he said he just left work. Well nearly 2 hours go by and I don't hear from him, and I totally thought we were going to hang out. So I called him and said "hey how's your day how was work" yada yada. What does he say to me? That he thinks we are opposites and he doesn't see it working out long term and have a good trip. Ummm.... WTF? You could have said that at any point this week you piece of shit! Why would you offer to take me to the airport and then a week later decide that it isn't going to work out? I don't deny that we are on the same page and I felt from the start that I was too awesome and fun for him because he is boring, lame, old farty and acts like he's fucking 80 years old. But he really shouldn't have held that in until the night before I leave. So after our brief call I sent him a text saying that was a dick move on his part and he should've said something earlier in the week.
I refuse to let this fucker, or any other fucker that I have dated in the last year, ruin my amazing trip to Spain. I have had this trip planned for a long ass time and I am going to have the best time EVER. So to you Mr. Golfer- you can be boring by yourself while I lay on the sands of Ibiza and drink carafes of red sangria and bask in the warm Spanish sun. And when I return there will be no more dating blog. No more Bachelors, no more dating sites, no more trying. I am drained from a year of nonsense and I have better things to do than waste my time and energy on these losers that walk the streets of Los Angeles.
Fuck dating... The End.