A few weeks ago I met a nice guy* who proceeded to spend an hour of my time telling me everything about his ex girlfriend. Everything.This was clearly not the best date of my life, but by all measures it was far from the worst either!
I can tell you all about his ex- she sounded great! She was a teacher, they met at the local gym, they had been together for five years and were engaged a year ago. They split by a mutual decision. Apparently. It didn't sound that mutual from where I was sitting. And yes, she gave the ring back, not that I asked - I was told!
Eight months later here am sitting with a guy who clearly still wanted to be with his ex. How do I get myself into these situations? It was so bad that my date almost made me wish I was having a coffee with my ex! Almost.
What on earth would he want to know about my ex? That he was tall, dark and handsome?...
I just gave a casual shrug in response to his question and said "I've been single for a while." With that he continued telling me more facts about his incredibly magnificent ex.
This date reminded me of the Monologue Man who I have dated previously, where he spent our time together rattling off boring nonsense about cricket. Who cares about cricket?! Anyway...This date was different. It was still a monologue but it was different. It was harder to digest my dates anguish for the loss of the one he loves.
It was sad. Really sad.
I was with a guy who was clearly in the depths of mourning. He was deeply grieving for someone he still loved dearly. I knew this because he told me, pretty much. My heart went out to him. I know that when you are no longer with someone you love is truly awful. It is heartbreaking. And here I was with an ear full of his woes wondering how the hell can I console this distressed stranger? I couldn't.
What could I do?
In the end there was really nothing that I could do to help the poor dude, aside from listen. His relationship was over and he had to deal with it, somehow, some way. He wasn't going very well navigating being single and clearly needed to someone to replace his loss.
As our date came to a close, I informed him that my parking was about to expire (best excuse ever), he looked at me with big, sad eyes and said, "so let me know if you want to meet again. " it was more of a plea than a question.
He wasn't for me and I wasn't what he needed. He needed healing that only time can bring. On the side, the fact that his dating profile said he was 5'9 yet when I met him he reached my shoulder and I'm 5'8 - an unexpected surprise! Plus I'm not a fan of being talked at for extensive lengths of time - unless I will be awarded a certificate of achievement or something impressive to add to my resume afterwards. Our date was a non-starter, it didn't get off the ground. It would have been more appropriate for me to invoice him for my counseling services.
Give each date a fair go!
Life isn't that simple. People aren't that simple.
I would like to request that the scientific community set about trying to find a quick fix for heartbreak.
Emotionally, he wasn't available to date anyone.
Hurry up with the cure scientists!
*the guy's name is not mentioned because in reality this could be any of us.
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