Mr. Right

Every post so far has been about my encounters with crazies within the dating realm. However, after my last date it occurred to me that I may have in fact been the crazy this time round.


Let me explain...


For the most part I go on these dates with the best of intentions. To find love and romance and ultimately a relationship. But since that so seldom seems to happen, I sometimes have to go on other dates to continue having writing material for you, my trusty readers. This is exactly what happened last Wednesday night. I was feeling tired and sluggish, annoyed by the summer humidity, and the only thing I wanted to do was curl up in front of the TV with a fan blowing on me and a tub of ice cream in hand.


However, this was not an option as I had already committed to a date with a guy named Cam at a local pub. I considered messaging him to cancel, but then realized that I was really in need of some new material. So, I went for you. I mustered up the energy to pull on a summer dress, make myself up, and I headed into the sticky summer heat.


Cam was much cuter than his picture. But, since I had no intention of actually liking him, I chose to ignore it. I also chose not to put my usual effort in. Instead of actively listening and engaging him in interesting conversation, I sat there spewing unimpressive stories of how I used to be addicted to nasal spray (something I would NEVER normally share on a first date) and I went into lengthy detail about my past failed relationships (which I also know never to do).


It wasn't until the night started to come to an end, and he sweetly picked up the cheque and walked me back to my place, that I realized I might have blown my chances with a really great guy. A date gone right usually means a potential relationship, but a date gone wrong usually means some writing material. But, this time, I realized I hadn't gotten ANY material because this was a really genuinely great guy. And since I had acted like a complete and utter knob all evening I knew I had not earned a relationship with this keeper. So, I began to wonder if this time I had become the material instead.


As Cam left me without a goodnight kiss, I started to wonder if I had met my match. Perhaps my crazy rantings of snorting nasal spray in high school would inspire him to write his own blog about the loony girls he was meeting from online dating. So, for the past week I've been trying to find a blog post about some ditz called "The Addict". If I do, I'll know it's about me and it's well-deserved. 


Lesson learned: If I'm going to make the effort to go on the date, I might as well make the effort to give the guy a shot. Dating solely for material might mean missing out on Mr. Right... again.