It was too short lived to be too emotionally attached but it still left me feeling angry, frustrated, alone, and sorrowful. Once again the hopes of something turned into disappointment. Why is this my lot in life? I go back and forth from trying dating apps to being annoyed with them and diactivitaving them. Nothing is going to change unless something changes. So, in this weird world of Covid, I found myself back on Bumble, praying that God would somehow bring something from what feels like vain attempts to meet someone. Bumble to me is, sorting through creepy men, swiping right on the few that I do like, hoping that one of those ends up as a match and that if we match we actually can have a conversation that doesn’t leave me feeling even more annoyed at the options of men that are out.
Two weeks ago I matched and sparked up a conversation with a guy who was nailing it with his answers to my grueling questions. I waste no time asking about one’s faith, financial habits and lifestyle. I don’t want to spend all this time talking small talk with someone I don’t like. I filter through people quicker this way. If they give me wacky answers the conversation can end and it spares me from exerting unnecessary energy on them. So, this guy that I was talking to was impressed with my questions as well and asked me them right back. We messaged long, detailed, involved text on the app all day. By the end of the day he asked if it was too soon to exchange phone numbers. I don’t normally give a guy I met online my number the first day we started chatting but he was different. Our meaningful conversation continued for the rest of the week and by Thursday we planned to meet for coffee on Saturday. The date lasted 3 hours. I was going to say my goodbyes after 2 hours but I was having such a great time, I didn’t want to go. It was too good to be true. Here was a guy, 6’3” (totally my make and model of a man), who loved Jesus, was financially responsible, kind, respectful, actually ate vegetables, loves his family, funny, and interested in me. Before I got home from the date I had a text from him asking if I thought a second date was in our future. I of course did. He was so happy and said as much and we planned date number 2.
Date number 2 took place 3 days later. We met for dinner when he got off work. We had a great time. Afterwards, as we walked to the cars and stopped and talked in the parking lot for a while, he asked me if he could kiss me. I told him no. I gave him a hug and we parted ways.
Later I texted him and told him, “Thanks for asking about kissing! I appreciate that. I haven’t kissed anyone in 10 years. I’ve only had one boyfriend. We broke up on my 22nd birthday after about a 3 year relationship. I’ve dated some but mostly have been busy with school and moving. How many relationships have you had? How many girls have you kissed.”
To this he replied, “I totally respect that! And applaud you for having only one relationship. I have kissed quite a few women, and I’ve been in 5 serious relationships throughout my life. I’ve also had sex before, which I highly regret. If you don’t want to continue after knowing this information, I completely understand.”
I thanked him for sharing and said that it didn’t change my mind and I wanted to continue. He said he was so happy to hear that and asked if I wanted to meet up on Friday. I did. We planned it. This was Wednesday. Thursday was texted as normal. Friday I woke up to a text explaining that he did not think he was in place where he should be dating right now and promised that this had nothing to do with me not kissing him on Tuesday. I was hurt! I was frustrated and knew it was too good to be true. I replied graciously as I believed I should. “We can end this or just be friends or just part ways! I’ll respect whatever you want to do and commit you and your future to my prayers. Thank you for your kind words! I may not have let you [kiss me] but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to! But I don’t take kissing lightly nor do I want to start anything being too physical. Being physical was what made up most of my one and only relationship and I don’t want a repeat. Upon reading what you just said I’m even more grateful that I declined. It spares me of additional heartache. Thank you for your kindness and taking the time to get to know me. If it ends here, I will thank the Lord for you!” He replied saying that I am so awesome and thanked me for my kind words too. He said he will keep me in his prayers as well. I didn’t reply. It was over.
There seemed to be so much hope and potential in this relationship. I think this guy has stuff that he has to work through. Maybe he liked me but the thought of being serious was too much for him? Judging by his history, he likes women. His past wasn’t an issue for me. It did bring up more questions. I wouldn’t write him off because of it. I would like to know where he is today from where he was. Maybe I was the first girl to ever decline his offer of a kiss? I don’t want to be just another one on his list. I’m glad I didn’t. It seems my questions to him in response to him wanting to kiss me brought up things that he didn’t want to face right now. Well, if he is going to be flaky, it’s better for me that it ended early. However, that does not take away the sting of disappointment and sorrow I feel over this. Once again, I’m alone, no “good morning” text to look forward to. No more dates. No hope in the potential that his guy could be more. Sorrow is stacked on sorrow. Why is this my dreaded fate? How much longer will I have to wait?