The last two emails I received were from boys. One was from a random cute guy I gave my card to while out with friends over the weekend. He wrote:
You passed me your contact info at [name of bar} on Saturday. Although you are not my type, I have to give you props for boldness (the card). I'm happy to make another friend if you like. I take it from the card that you [guesses about my job from company name]? How was the rest of your evening and weekend? My friend certainly seemed to enjoy his birthday party.
Not his type? Either his type must have a penis or he goes for dim, unattractive, banal girls. Ah well, can't please 'em all. As for making another friend, thank you but no thank you. There's a quote from a movie where a woman says, "I have enough friends. All the positions have been filled. I'll let you know if there's an opening." Exactly.
The other email was from Hipster Henry:
It was nice meeting you as well and I enjoyed the conversation. I have to be honest though and say that even though I did have a good time I really didn't feel the chemistry beyond good conversation and you being a nice and interesting person. I'd rather let you know that upfront rather than do the fade, simply because I think you're a nice person.
Isn't that nice?
So this is where I am. I have a date at the end of this week and if that one goes badly, I may need to cool it for a week or two. I'm starting to get drained from these random encounters that go nowhere. It's fun, but it's starting to get a little depressing.
I could handle getting one of the above notes, my skin is pretty thick, but to get two within a twelve-hour time period is... disheartening. It's hard to stay positive and believe it's going to happen for me again, muchless maintain my healthy ego. I should shake it off as a bad day and move on. I should, but I can't. What if I'm one of those women who isn't meant to find love in her 20's and will be alone for another decade or two? Or forever?