I met a man for drink I had previously met when I first started dating after K and I split. I would occasionally get messages from him but never encouraged communication. After numerous trips down disappointment drive, I agreed to meet him for a drink on Thursday night. After all, he has a job, a car and all of his front teeth. I had a nice conversation with the man at the bar in a crowded restaurant in Cherry Creek. I wanted there to be a spark but I felt nothing for this man. As before, I thought he was a very nice guy. I shook his hand at the end of the meeting and wished him good night before walking to my car.
The next day I get a text asking if I wanted to meet again. I simply said no. I didn’t bother to explain, or offer to meet as friends, and not, future romantic partners. The next text I received was a rude and childish response which only reassured me that I made the right decision. I chose not to respond.
I can’t make up feelings that aren’t there and I’m not going to data a man just because I don’t want to be alone. I don’t need the wrong man in my life.