Dead End Date

I had my third date with Michael, the actuary, on Friday night. We had reservations on Friday night at Two Urban Licks - one of my favorite restaurants in town. I could not get excited, however. Something was wrong. I had the day off and was not very responsive to his emails - he accused me of being short. Then he got here and, I don't know, he just repulsed me.

He was being clingy. When he called me beautiful he sounded insincere. I would have preferred to stay home and drink wine and listen to music by myself than go to dinner with him. But I went.

We were seated and shortly after we were seated an obvious girls night group were seated. And I was jealous. I would so much rather have been with them.

So here I am with my date, who is repulsing me. He is talking, talking, talking and all I'm hearing is J. And my skin is crawling and I'm feeling anxious and wondering how much longer I'll have to sit here. I told him I was tired, wanted to go to spin class in the morning and just wanted to go home. He acquiesced.

When he took me home he hugged me. I just wanted to run in, curl up with the tv and be done with it.

So, again, here I am at the same conclusion I come to over and over and over again. I'm done dating.

I am not seeking dates until January 1. As always if something fantastic finds me I'll not let it pass me by. But as of today, I am not looking.