1000 ways to date in the west

Blast from the Past-Tinderoni

Blast from past popped up on my tinder one day. I thought to myself, I swear he was married, after doing some research turns out he was divorced. His name is as it seems “blast from the past” meaning I grew up with him and his brother. Always had a crush on both of them, they were blonde hair, blue eyes, well educated, put together etc. BFTP (for short, blast from the past) was the older brother. He had always been quiet and studious from what I could remember from high school, oh and a fabulous rear end. Anyways, I digress, I swiped right and we became a match. We chatted via tinder maybe a day or two before exchanging numbers and decided to go out on our “first date.”

He, being the gentlemen he is came and picked me up, opened the door etc. I say that we went on a “first date” lightly because it wasn’t dinner, it was drinks, tequila and then dancing. Let me say also, it was a Wednesday night, tequila and dancing wasn’t the most classy however, I went along with it because he was just so darn cute (and yes he still had that incredible backside). The night progressed very well as we reminced about growing up together, what brought us both to this point in life etc. Then, he suggests to go dancing. I am not big on dancing a. because I am horrible and b. we didn’t do a lot of two stepping in AZ at college. So, with more tequila and a little more convincing the man got me to dance.

I will say this about dancing since I really think I am writing this for my own therapy and no one is really reading these! haha! When a man asks me to dance especially someone I am interested in is a big thing to me. The way he pulls you in and leads you ( I don’t care if he is horrible), you can learn a lot from the way a man dances and holds his partner. Also, learn a lot of how you work together (sounds so stupid but…).

Meanwhile, we are dancing, he is singing in my ear, twirling me around, needless to say my head is spinning and not just from the tequila. The weeks progress and we grow as a “couple” I think. We meet each other for lunch, he comes over after work, go to weddings together, typical couple stuff. In my mind everything is going smoothly, slowly and just right until the dreaded 8 week curse comes about. I say curse for the reason of up until now men stay until about the 8 week mark then all the sudden shit hits the fan. Here is one example:

One weekend he went to Dallas with his parents (he was oddly close to his mother, like the movie psycho close) thats when everything started to turn odd. On the trip he was not very responsive to texts but, knowing he was with his parents I didn’t think anything of it. He returned on a Sunday and didn’t want to come over, in fact gave me one word answers all day. Brushing it off I went about my business all week when Wednesday rolled around and I realized I hadn’t heard a word from him. Me, being used to this type of feeling did the whole text “whats going on?” “I am guessing we need to talk etc.” After about a week of one word answers and missing each other he comes to my house to pick up a couple of things. Tells me its just not there for him and its not going to work out. All disappointment and confusion aside I respect him for doing it in person and I will admit I think I was reaching for something there too that wasn’t there fully.

I gave him a hug, loaded up his stuff and he left. That has been 8 months ago and I have not seen or heard from him at all. Rumor is that he has married again? In a fit of rage I deleted him as a friend on the ole FB so I can’t find him now to investigate, hahah! Either way, lessons were learned and another one doesn’t survive the 8 week curse! On to the next gent….