Happy Friday Purgators!
As we sit here trying to think of great content to share, our minds tend to gravitate towards The Brunette’s stories as there seems to be a bit more to share (she really needs a dating detox, but that’s for another post). This story spans over the course of six months and needs to be shared on account of following through with your word.
Justin* and I met on Tinder, he was like, really cute and we exchanged phone numbers. We talked quite a bit over text but never made any plans to meet up. Like a lot of my Tinder matches who eventually get my phone number, Jared added me on Snapchat. He stopped talking to me over text and in all honesty I was fine with it, until one day, a couple months later when he started talking to me via Snapchat text…seriously? He kept asking me when we were going to hang out and I did what any self-respecting woman would do and told him I would only make plans with him over the phone. Justin told me that he didn’t have my number (which he did) and asked me to text him, so I did, this pattern repeated itself a couple times. Eventually I got tired of Snapchat messaging him and cut all communication.
Fast forward to middle of September when I received a very interesting text one evening, this said text was from none other than Justin himself. He sent the standard “hey, what’s up?” text. I tried to put his silly ways behind me and give him another shot (or should I say, the Brunette forced me to text him back). He asked when we could hang out, suggesting a Saturday night but we all know weekends are prime real estate and reserved for only the best. Now in full disclosure, the Brunette text him back suggesting we meet on a Thursday night but alas they settled on Friday early evening for a quick drink. I had a feeling this date might not actually happen based on his text message which said, and I quote, “Yeah, I think I could make that happen.” And that my friends, was it! I heard nothing from Justin, not even on the Friday we had so called plans, he completely fell off the face of the earth…come to think of it, I think he deleted me off Snapchat.
Takeaway Message: Don’t waste your time on “Fuck Boys.” Period. The End. That’s the end of the story folks. Okay, maybe not quite the end of the story; online dating can tend to be a little superficial and although we may not meet up with everyone that we speak to, if such an effort is put in there should at least be a follow through.