I had a (blind) date a couple of weeks ago, and I've come to the conclusion that there's probably not going to be a second date.
(So no worries about karma coming back to bite me on this one.)
Why no second date? Because... well, I can pick up on lack of interest when it's staring me right in the face.
This, of course, then leads to the inevitable self-doubting, then the inevitable self-assurances that it's not you, it's him, blah blah blah.
But, in this case, I think it was me. Or, more specifically, my personality.
And I'm okay with that.
Here's the gist: The guy I went out with was pretty quiet/shy. And I just don't think he was into my in-your-face/talk-to-anyone personality.
That's not to say that there's anything wrong with being quiet/shy OR loud/outgoing. It's just to point out that not *everyone* is always going to mesh with your personality style, and that's perfectly okay.
The sad part is that I came to this realization over the weekend after watching an episode of The Millionaire Matchmaker in which this very cute -- and very shy -- millionaire went on a date with a girl who was very outgoing, beautiful, had her shit together, etc. (I was actually watching thinking, "I would soooo be friends with this girl!") But he didn't ask her out for a second date. And it was pretty clear it was because her personality was just a little too much for him.
I felt like I was watching an episode of my own life right there on Bravo.
(Except, you know... blogmom doesn't have creepy scary bangs like Patti Stanger.)
So, it didn't work out. At least I gave it a shot. But I'm not going to change who I am. I'm loud. I'm outgoing. I was once described as "effervescent." And I realize that may be too much for someone who is more mild-mannered, reserved and quiet.
But that doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with me. Or that there's anything wrong with him.
It just means that there wasn't something right about "us."
P.S. Happy S.A.D. Week!