Dating Diaries: Episode 3

WARNING: This story is a full blown disaster, and mostly my fault.  I told you I was usually responsible for these disasters in some capacity.  It was three years ago though, so let’s just hope I’ve matured since then and learned from these mistakes.

Chicken Pox.

Remember how I told you that dating apps scare me?  It’s because of this story.  I used tinder for all of one week and THIS is what happened.

This guy started out very sweet (they all do).  Very kind and easily able to maintain good conversation before we met up.  The first date was planned for Valentine’s Day (DUMB IDEA) and about three days before he became a stage five clinger, the worst possible kind.  So I panicked.  Something you should know about me, I’m not a very patient person.  If I’m on a date and I’m not enjoying myself in the slightest, I feel as if I’m wasting precious time, so needless to say if I’m annoyed before I even meet you, I’m likely going to cancel...sorry.  

I tried to casually cancel and hope it would fade on it’s own, fail.  So I came up with this brilliant plan to tell him I had the chicken pox, thinking he would be like, ewww bye.  NOPE.  He was even more clingy, he wanted to come over and take care of me.  Why are guys so weird sometimes?  I eventually had to stop responding and after about a week the whole fiasco was over… or so I thought.  

A little over two months later, I’m driving into my garage and as I park, I notice an apartment tour was going on by my door.  Let’s just take a lucky guess as to who was giving the tour, THE CLINGER.  *Sinks into car seat and slowly turns off the Jesse McCartney that was blaring from speakers*  Turns out he was the new leasing manager at my then apartment complex and also moved in FOUR DOORS down from mine.  No more than two days after the initial shock, I got an email in my inbox, subject title: Tinder.  He went on about how I must have lost his information, but he worked in my building now and would love to connect.  He even mentioned he liked my doormat and proceeded to knock on my door once...CREEPY.  Thank goodness I had maybe 2 months left on my lease and was moving apartments.  I’d like to thank my friend as she drove to my apartment complex every time I got a package for those last two months, thanks Mary.  

So what did we learn here, Avital?  Don’t tell people you have the chicken pox when you don’t.  As I typed that last line I was shockingly aware that most people already know that, because common sense.  I guess I really am the kind that needs to learn lessons for herself. XOXO