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March 6, 2008
Forgettable Weekend Spent With Fictitious Arab Babe
I know there are still people out there who still feel that they are just not ready to date online. I think it's a common feeling, but one that is worth overcoming. I've been thinking about what finally made me realize I should get over my inhibitions. I once met this beautiful Arab babe, but I lost track of her. I couldn't get her image out of my mind for days and I even started to think about checking out an Arab Dating site.
I guess I didn't do it because I wasn't looking for just any Arab babe, I only really wanted to find the girl I'd met a few days before. I'd met her at club and we hit it off right away. We found ourselves a relatively quite corner and talked for hours. Neither of us were really into the club scene and we agreed that we would meet up the following weekend.
The best part of the whole thing was that she was going to plan everything. She told me she had the perfect idea for something we should do together, but she wouldn't tell me what it was. She wanted it to be a surprise. All I had to do was call her the following Thursday and she'd tell me where to meet the next night.
A beautiful gal, a mysterious date, I couldn't imagine being able to look forward to anything more exciting. I know this story sounds like I'm making it up, like it's too good to be true. Things like this don't really happen, at least not so quickly.
If you think I'm lying, you're wrong. If you think it would never happen you are, sadly, right. Naturally, I lost her phone number. Yes, I'm one of the last people on earth without a cell phone so I'm forced to resort to writing things on paper, paper that I then leave in my pocket when I do the laundry.
I spent the entire next weekend imagining our date and all the weekend that would have followed. There's no way to know what would have happened. I can't remember anything I did that weekend. It was entirely forgettable except for the sense of loss.
The next weekend I decided I'd try and find her online, but I chickened out and spent another weekend brooding. Some time later I was still hung up on my chance meeting and I realized that weeks had gone by and all I could remember was a fictitious weekend that I'd made up to torture myself. So, I decided that it was about time to start doing something more concrete.
Online dating may not have helped me find the gal I lost, but who knows how that would really have turned out. At least, now I remember the things I actually do on my weekends and not what I wished had happened.
Posted by Leon at March 6, 2008 2:20 AM
