Over the end of last summer, I decided to break out of my comfort zone and enter the world of online dating. After combing through what seemed like countless profiles of NOs and surviving a date with a guy that looked like Zac Efron that I will now only refer to as “Hell Night”, I took my exit upon the new adventure and somehow managed to still keep two potentials: my new friend and wine guy.
Although things with my new friend had stepped up via Facebook messages no move or other point of contact was made.
Meanwhile wine guy swooped in for the interest and insisted on seeing me again for a second date.
As we kept more in contact I also learned that wine guy lived at home with his aunt, at least “until he got on his feet”. I’d been through a similar situation with a previous ex, and it wasn’t something at my current age I was sure to be ready to get back into again.
While I was unsure on how to feel about wine guy, my feelings for my new friend continued to grow as our conversations got longer and more personal; it had been over a month since we had been getting to know each other and started to open up more about our lives. Already knowing we had a friend in common turns out our respected companies were not only close by one another but are also partners and our birthdays were 16 days apart, making us both Geminis. Up until that point I’d never dated or talked to on the level of dating a fellow Gemini, but if he was anything like myself it should be interesting.
The crowd was out, bands were everywhere, and our date had officially begun. I hate the quote “Never settle for anything less than butterflies” simply because it sounds cheesy but it is so damn true. I don’t know where those damn butterflies were, but they certainly were nowhere near wine guy. They must have gotten lost at the block party.
While the butterflies weren’t there, my case of the NOs had started to kick in about the time when a new band had taken the stage. They were from New Orleans, and upon hearing that wine guy excited shouted we should plan a road trip to New Orleans. Initially I thought he was joking but once he asked for weekend dates upon being free I realized he was serious.
After a glare, a finished plate and some awkward silence I mentally checked out of the date. Dessert is definitely not on this menu, unless it’s To Go. While I was plotting my escape as wine guy went to the restroom, upon him arriving back I was told his aunt and uncle would be joining us for dinner and drinks.
Wine guy attempted another date, one of which I had to decline due to the fact it was clear it was just not going to happen. While most around me agreed due to not having chemistry and the events of our last date, some felt like I should give it another go and let him “grow on me”. Am I looking for a date, or a tumor?
It was then a few days later I received a text from wine guy saying he was waiting over by the side exit for me on the first floor.
Problem was that we weren’t out together. I replied with a “?” and he quickly responded that message was for his aunt. OH.