If At First You Don't Succeed, Don't Skydive
"There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist, except an old optimist." - Mark Twain
I should have known.
I'm not good at relationships, but I'm great at finding crazy people. I'm like the German Pointer of bad relationships. If I was in a room with 10,000 sane supermodels and three crazy chicks, I'd be on the crazies like a bug light.
I should adopt a new motto, "I should never date any woman who'd go out with me."
My last girlfriend seemed pretty normal for almost two years. Then she cut off all her hair. Less than a year later, she burned down her house. I don't mean accidently, either. Oh no, my friends, she took the lighter fluid from the grill, poured it all over her bed (which she'd moved to the LIVING ROOM), then WHOOSH! INSTANT BONFIRE! After that she cut her wrists.
She was in the hospital for awhile and various mental institutions. I saw her anyway. I figured she'd get better. The long and the short of it was that she's still as nutty as a fruitcake, but with 20 years of probation.
A reasonable man would give up on dating and relationships after a disaster like that. Not me... Oh no.. I thought I might be able to escape the black cloud of doom that follows me around like a Jewish mother. Silly me.
About a month ago I met a woman at work who caught my eye. I wasn't certain, but I thought she liked me. A week later, she asked me out. She was slick about it. She put the date for an event that's months away. I agreed and figured there was no harm in planning something that far off. September is quite a long ways off.
Last week I mentioned I was taking my kids to the comedy joint this week. She wanted to go too. So we arranged to go tonight. She was supposed to call for directions after she got done with work.
I left a few messages, but got no response. Now in less than one hour, the reservations I made at the restaurant will be no more. The show is less than an hour and half away.
So here I sit, all spiffed up with a nice clean apartment and a phone that's not ringing to tell me, "Sorry. I can't make it." If she'd called earlier and said that, I'd be disappointed. Since she hasn't even called back, I feel just stupid and used.
I should learn. Love is not for me.