Stretch = douche

Sorry for the graphic title of this post, but it's fitting. Rewind to last Wednesday. I met Stretch for coffee. It went well. We planned to meet again for sushi the following day at noon. I get to the restaurant, he's not there. I sit down. I wait. And wait. I text him, no response. I finally leave at 12:30. A couple of hours later I get a text from him, apologizing profusely...something about sleeping through both of his alarms. He promises to make it up to me and spends the next two days apologizing. We make plans to have dinner on Sunday, but didn't set a time. Sunday rolls around and I don't hear from him. I give up. RIP Stretch, d-bag.

In other dating news, I have my next IJL date tonight. He's a doctor. Enough said.

Last night I was looking through my recent emails from guys on match. I came across one whose profile was very similar to mine, as in "I could have written it" similar. We ended up chatting for a while and are meeting up for coffee tomorrow. I'll call him Badge, since he carries one for his job (nope, not a cop). Oh, and get this....I told him where I work and he asks if I know someone who works here, Stan, because he plays basketball with Stan. Well, remember Tex? Tex also played b-ball with Stan. I asked if he knew Tex, and sure enough, he does. Small world. His exact comment was something like "Yeah I know Tex, that guy is so irritating." Precisely!

I thought boys were supposed to be simple?

Isn't that how it works? Boys are easy and simple, and girls are crazy and hormonal?

Things with Rick are going well. Well, they are going. I still enjoy hanging out with him, that much I know. Remember at the beginning how he was such a great plan-maker? Now, I sort of feel like I'm always the one making plans. I spent three years in a relationship as the one who almost always had to take charge, and it's not something I'm looking for again. One of the things that initially attracted me to Rick was that he seemed to be a take-charge sort of guy. But I don't see that at all anymore.

Last night we went to the movies (my suggestion). We did the usual hand-holding and kiss good night, but I wasn't really feeling it from him. So I vowed to not contact him until I heard from him- you know, put the ball in his court. Sure enough, he sent me a text this morning. I'm fairly confident in saying that he's interested in me, I think it's more that he's not wanting to scare me off. Or something like that. Or maybe the opposite of that. Wait, I don't even know what that would be.

As of now I have no set plans for New Years. I'm hoping he'll ask me to do something, or ask what I'm doing, or something like that...because I would like to spend it with him, but I just don't want to be the one to bring it up.

Have any of my loyal readers been in a situation like this?

On another note, I've been emailing a new guy from Match. He's actually someone I heard from a long time ago, but for some reason we never met up. I'm going to call him Stretch, because he's 6'6". How awesome is that? I'm a sucker for tall guys...