Today, I received the same email from Eli that I sent to Gabe last week – ‘You’re great <blah blah blah>, but I’m not feeling it.’ He could have just hit forward on my mail to Gabe – it was so much the same. Aint life a bitch? I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry.
And although it sucks, I was not too surprised. Though our first date was great, plenty of chemistry, all the right puzzle pieces, the following two dates didn’t evolve, we didn’t just relax into fun and flirty. For some reason, it never stopped feeling like a first date. On top of that, the chemistry that I thought was there, was not. I was planning on giving it one or two more dates, to see if we could evolve, especially since there was so much else that was great about him, but I’m glad I don’t have to spend my time and energy there if the end result is the same.
I admit, I enjoyed a brief dalliance into self-pity for exactly two tears. I fell instantly into the familiar, “what’s wrong with me”, “when will it be my turn”, “I just want to get f’ing married”. And then it was over. So I’m going to go out and have the number of stiff drinks equaling total tears shed and then it’s back to the blog.
There is no such thing as "there is something wrong with Liz." There is no such thing as "Liz the unlovable" or anything of the sort. There is such a thing as a fantastic-though-doomed-to-fizzle first date. There is also such a thing as a stiff drink. :) Well done, lovely one.
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