The following is a series of excerpts from a very recent comment. Full disclosure…the person he is writing about is me.

We found a place to meet for drinks…and ended up sharing a light bite. Almost for three hours, the conversation had deepened, laughs flowed, family stories told, a sharing back and forth, I felt an attraction…I knew I wanted to see her again. I thought she may have felt the same…and when this first date ended on the streets of the city, I asked the loaded question men dare ask when interested…”would you like to get together again?” She said “Yes!” emphatically, and it was agreed. We had a nice time, a GOOD time, it was fun, enough certainly to want to see each other again.

Or, so I thought.

…I had believed this one time date could become a possibility, I was excited about having met her… but, time has passed since that date, and I am puzzled. Despite all she had openly shared to me directly about her history and wanting to be open to this new dating life and meeting someone, all I know about her now is from what she shares online. I read things poking fun and complaining about this difficult still new dating process, yet she seems to have forgotten that there actually was a genuinely interested and appropriate man with whom she did have a positive encounter, ME.

I read her words now from a distance, but she vanished from me like a Houdini.

After our date, we spoke on the phone a couple of times and traded text messages back and forth. It all felt right, normal, no… quite good! But, I am sensitive to being distanced, so my guard was up. I tried to get her to meet again for the second date, and instead of arranging any, she told me (truthfully I still want to believe) she had some major issues that needed tending to with her family, got very busy with the new job, and if I could and would be understanding, we would meet again, and very soon… but, not yet.

Yes, I do understand that life sometimes gets in the way.

 But, after those hopeful texts and calls after that single date, right after the holidays, my final text wished her a happy new year trying to keep the connection alive. There was no response.

Crickets.

Everything he said is true. It was a great date. Tomorrow I will tell you what happened, and why.

(Click on Neil T. to read his complete post)