Wake Up and Smell the “I Don’t Want to Talk to You”
By Katelyn
If you met me five months ago after a date I really liked that never called again, I’d be elbows deep in
a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey. Boy have I changed in a short time. Since cannon balling into
the dating scene, I’ve been forced to handle rejection in a more productive manner. Of course it’s still a
bummer when I go on a date I think went really well, only to never hear from him again. But instead of
reaching for a spoon, I reach for my phone and check out my OKCupid messages.
To avoid putting all my eggs in one basket, I’ve also instilled a “no texting him” rule. Sometimes it sucks,
but I try to remind myself that if he wants to take me out again, he’ll ask. So far, the few guys I wish
would ask me out again never do. And as luck would have it, the ones I am totally not feeling just can’t
take a hint!
Case in point: I met Charlie while I was bar hopping with my girlfriends. As soon as we got our drinks,
Charlie made a beeline for us and started with small talk. He seemed nice and was probably harmless,
but we weren’t in the mood for chit chat so we politely exited the conversation and started to move
around. Once we settled in a new spot, Charlie found us again and asked for my number. I thought,
why not! I’ll let him buy me a drink.
He texted me a couple days later and we settled on a time and a place. I arrived on time and walked
inside just as he sent a message saying he was running late. If there is one thing I hate, it’s sitting in a
bar alone. When he finally showed up 20 minutes later, his phone wasn’t set to silent and he checked
it every time it went off. I quickly learned we didn’t have much in common. He also stood very close to
my barstool the entire time even though there was one for him to sit on. Awkward!
After an hour I said I had an early morning (not a lie!) and should probably get going home. Charlie paid
for the drinks and walked me to my car. He pulled me in for a kiss and I didn’t stop him…I didn’t really
have a chance to. I opened my car door as he tried to talk me into a short walk but I politely declined
and made my quick escape.
He immediately texted me, “I had a really great time tonight.” Seriously? I think I gave up on being
charming halfway through the date. I responded with, “Thanks for the drink!” A couple days later he
said, “Let me know when you finish blogging about the other night, I’m curious to read it.” Whoops!
Sometimes on a date I’ll mention I write for a blog, but I never tell them the subject matter for obvious
reasons. I must have been so checked out I told Charlie. I chose not to respond to the text in the hope
that he would figure out I wasn’t interested.
He texted me a few days later on St. Patrick’s Day with a picture of a little person dressed up as a
leprechaun. I didn’t respond. Two weeks passed with no word from Charlie until earlier this week. “I
got to meet Seth Rogan today at work. He smelled like pot haha.” I guess he was trying to be funny
but it just didn’t impress me. My good friend suggested I put him out of his misery because it was clear
he wasn’t getting the hint. I told him, “Hi. I had a nice time hanging out with you but I didn’t really
feel a connection. Good luck!” to which he responded, “You’re totally right there wasn’t much of a
connection.” Phew!
The lesson I’ve learned from guys like Charlie is to not be that person who can’t take a hint. There is a
reason that “amazing” date didn’t ask me out again…he’s not the one for me. And the last thing I want
is to be the crazy girl who keeps texting him!
By Katelyn | Too Pretty For a Cubicle
Thursday, May 2, 2013 at 3:48PM 
