Jekyll & Hyde

So after a few dates on eHarmony that ranged from disappointing to disaster, I encountered a man who seemed scarily perfect for me. I'm talking, show's over, slap a ring on my finger and let's walk down the aisle.


Aside from the fact that this man (we will call him Jekyll) was obscenely gorgeous, built like a rock from years of working in construction, well-mannered, funny, and kind, he also showered me with a wide array of compliments and was refreshingly open with his emotions. After the first date, he told his clients about me. After the second, he told his mom about me. Then he told me he was sure that us meeting involved a higher being and that just being near me was surreal. Then he admitted that he kept wondering if "this could be it".


Needless to say I was swept off my feet. Where I normally I am jaded and guarded, I was open and vulnerable, relishing in this new, quick developing relationship. Jekyll was a keeper, and apparently he thought the same of me.


Cut to last week when he randomly dropped off the face of the earth. I'm talking gone without a trace. I called the first day. I texted the second. By the third day, I convinced myself that he had lost his phone so I emailed him. By day five there was still no word and I worried that he was dead in a ditch somewhere. So on day six I decided to be bold and drive to his house.


Let me tell you my surprise when I found Jekyll (or Hyde should I say) happily working away on his basement, humming away to some tunes as he hammered. So, despite feeling like a crazy stalker barging in on his house, I tapped him on the shoulder.

I told him I thought he was dead and was glad to see I was wrong. 
He laughed. 
I asked him what happened. 
He nonchalantly shrugged and said he was busy. 
I asked him why he didn't just tell me that.
He said he didn't want a relationship.
I asked him why he didn't tell me that.
He shrugged again.


I stood there in total shock, not sure who this monster of a man was that I was talking to. How had he morphed so quickly? And better yet, WHY??


So I told him he should grow a pair of balls and man up and be honest versus some chicken shit asshole who makes a sweet, innocent girl worry about him all week. He didn't respond to that. (Which gave me satisfaction- all about the small victories!)


The last thing I told him was to try out honesty with the next girl he dated instead of ignoring her. He snorted, rolled his eyes and muttered, "Whatever."


And so I left my former Prince Charming's house wondering who the hell had cast a spell on him and turned him into the world's biggest douchebag.


Anyway, a week has passed. I cried and listened to some angry Alanis for one day while I wrote some sad poetry (which maybe I will share soon). Then I washed my hands clean of both him and online dating for a while. I've realized I'm totally over it now, but the next time I meet a man who seems too good to be true... I'll know he probably is.