so a couple weeks ago i met a guy. let's call him kirk. he seemed nice enough. a couple years younger than me, but he had a professional degree and a stable job. not that i get wet over such things, just sayin'. he was pleasant enough to talk to and a self-described nerd. he was quite tubby (read: fat) but i figured i'd keep an open mind since i'm no america's next top model. i'd be toccarra, phabulously fierce!
now before our first official "date", i did a little recon. i found out that a really good guy friend of mine went to grad school with kirk so i asked my friend about him. he gave me the 411 and then asked why i wanted to know. when i told my friend that i was going to be meeting kirk for a "date" he laughed and said "nah homie, can't sign off on that one. he's not on your level."
i was flattered and thanked my friend for his insight but didn't cancel drinks with kirk. i couldn't let one person's assessment prevent me from finding out more about kirk beyond his stats, right?. so i accepted kirk's invite for after work drinks. as i was leaving work to meet kirk, he contacted me to cancel. work ran late. i suggested lunch on saturday instead and he agreed. saturday came and the noon hour passed with no word from kirk. around 3, he called to explain. lost cell phone, didn't have your number, found cell phone, apologies, blah blah blah.
ummmm ok. i started to see what my friend meant. but being the nice gal that i am, i gave kirk one mo' chance, biggie, biggie you get one mo' chance. and so we finally had dinner the following thursday. and kirk was aight. not fantastic, not horrible, but aight. we had a nice pleasant dinner with some interesting conversation and at the end of the night, i figured i might have made a new friend.
and then the cycle started all over again. kirk suggested we get drinks after work on monday and then proceeded to pull an "oh never mind" an hour before we were supposed to meet. in the next breathe he suggested dinner the next night. by now i'd had enough. i sweetly but firmly told kirk that i'd rather not make any future plans to meet until he could get over his case of the flakes. i asked him not to suggest any more "dates" unless he knew he could keep them.
and then i got the most bitchassedness text message today. kirk tells me he doesn't have time to date, despite my being smart, funny, very attractive, and well just great, he hopes we can remain friends.
jigga what?!?!? jigga who does that? by text no less. my guy friend said i told you so and my sistafriends said you didn't want to date him anyway. but that's besides the point. how you gone have time to be friends but not have time to date? riddle me that. part of me thinks good riddance to bad rubbish but part of me thinks he's lying. but for why? was he just not feeling a sista? was he intimidated? was he really just that damn busy? or not ready to follow through on plans to meet? not that i'll be losing any sleep over it for these are the days of my life as a single lady. but still...who does that?
what say ya'll?