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In the end, I just knew I wasn’t that interested in him, something wasn’t clicking, despite him being a really nice, responsible guy with some shared interests of mine.
I figured it would be worse to lead him on with more dates when I had no real interest in him, but could tell he was hurt when I confessed I wasn’t interested — because it’s hard for dating rejections not to be taken personally.
(I gravitate toward tall, lean, sharp-jawed guys who'd look right at home in a 1994-era Blur video.) A penchant for physically-dazzling-yet-obtuse men had been my norm for an embarrassingly long time.
Sure, there had been the rare simultaneously-sexy-and- sweet stray, but those matches always seemed to fizzle straightaway. Matt was a blue-eyed skateboarder with a cute tangle of curls whom I'd salivated over for three straight months at camp.
They'd never communicated before, but he knew who she was. After months of escalating melodrama—professions of his ardor, served alongside constant pleas for "space"—this felt like the ultimate slap in the face and was just the latest in a string of manipulative ploys meant to upset me.
So I finally cut off contact with him and swore off men for a few months.
But oh did I cry that night when I got home, I felt like such a jerk.
Boomers and modern-day nostalgics lament the loss of 'old-school' dating: a meet-cute at the bus stop, locking eyes across the room at the discotheque, going for the same avocado at the local independent grocery. I've spent most of my adult life in long-term relationships and when I became single again about three years ago, I began to feel the itch eventually to get back on the proverbial horse.
He made googly eyes at me all summer, sneaking the occasional covert kiss (my first! When I got home, I was devastated to discover he'd been saying and doing the exact same things to two of my closest girlfriends.