We have all heard this and felt it, right?  Well I am convinced it’s true.  I think I have officially pulled my last straw.  I’ve had enough.  Really, honestly have had enough.  Just when you think things are going well and that spark of hope is ignited, your parade gets rained on – or more appropriately, pissed on.  Out goes the hopeful flame and your faith in society.  So what happened, you ask?  Here’s what happened with the guy who I totally was ready to designate my “mr. z”  (for all you newbies to my blog I designate all my dates with a letter of the alphabet and mr. z was supposed to be the last) who would be my next real relationship.

I will call him the Sleezy Picasso.  He is an artist, a successful one.  We met via commenting on an art thing online.  He seemed so interesting and even though he lived in another city, I pursued our friendship at first, and then relationship.  So we’ve been chatting for over a month on email, text, BBM and the telephone.  Sent each other lots of pictures.  We spoke almost every day since we met.  During the day we were both busy, but sometimes we would touch base, but every night we spoke.  Things were great, I really liked him and he really liked me.  We even dabbled with potential in the “love” department.  One thing he was big on was honesty.  He wanted to be completely honest with me and wanted me to be completely honest with him.  Fine with me.  He was true to his word, or so I thought.  I actually was optimistic that this really could work.  Things weren’t perfect, he was a bit of a baby when he didn’t get what he wanted but we always worked through it.  We even talked about potential snags and had disagreements … normal.

We decided to meet last week, he was going to send me a ticket to go to where he is.  Then something came up, his mother (who has cancer) took a turn for the worse and he had to go see her.  OK, I said, I understand.  So he went, and we continued to speak each day.  Nothing changed.  We decided to meet this weekend instead.  He promised that he was 200% sure we were meeting.  First he was going to come see me, then I said I wanted to go there, he said “whatever makes you happy babe”.  OK, so it was decided.  I would go there.  I waited for my ticket, nothing.  Tuesday came and I asked him to please send it to me so I can make my arrangements, he said he was having a crazy day and would book it Wednesday.  Tuesday night he called me and we chatted a bit and he wanted to go eat something and I had to take a shower.  He said “I’ll call you in a short while love”, I said “OK”.  He never did.

Next day (Wednesday) I sent him a good morning BBM text as usual, and he never read it or responded. That’s odd.  The whole day and evening passed and nothing.  Thursday I called him, no answer, same thing.  Nothing.  Friday, I sent him a BBM saying “confused”.  He didn’t read it. Nothing.  Now it’s Saturday.  I can safely assume we aren’t meeting … can I safely assume he’s gone?  That it’s over? It’s extremely odd … how could he have just disappeared like that.  He seemed so excited to finally meet me and had a whole schedule planned, he even let me know what sorts of clothes I will need for what we’re doing.  He asked me options for restaurants, night clubs, touristy stuff.  Two options, either I got played REALLY GOOD (and this would put him in my NEW BREED OF PLAYER category) or something happened to him (which he usually will take a second to let me know).  Not sure what to think.  I am completely deflated, totally traumatized and absolutely saddened by this.  Is there really NO HOPE?  Really, truly.  I don’t understand.  I really don’t. I tried calling and no answer.  I don’t even know what to say or do.  I am speechless (I know it’s hard to believe).

I didn’t see it coming.  He gave me no indication – no apparent red flags.  We had normal conversations.  We talked about relationships and how we would work with the distance.  We talked about family.  We talked about hopes and dreams.  We talked about what we wanted in a relationship (emotionally, physically and spiritually).  I don’t understand and I am deeply saddened and confused by this.  I could totally see myself with him, we enjoyed the same things, the same lifestyle.  He seemed sincere when he spoke to me.  If he wasn’t interested anymore then why didn’t he just say something.  He totally seemed like he would, we always talked about any challenges we were having and resolved them.  Weird.

So was it too good to be true?  Seems so.  I think I’m done.  That’s it.  I’ve had enough … time for celibacy?  (I keep telling myself “don’t call Mr. R“, “don’t call Mr. R” … but just a hug from him ALWAYS makes me feel better and erases all my troubles)

Your Sister in Dating Bliss,

Single Dating Diva

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