Dating Story # Kabillion

So, being the forever optimist I am, I can never leave well enough alone. I say that I am not going to date anymere but then, I do.

Over the past month, I've dated two guys.

The first guy, S, seemed nice but, he was rather smallish. I said I would stop looking at things like that and go for personality, morals, etc. We met but instantly, I felt more as though he were my cousin than anything else. Also, he was 27, which made me feel a bit weird since I've never dated anyone younger than me. We went out a few times, he was nice, and smart but, I wasn't attracted to him at all and, he didn't have much experience with women so, I always felt a bit weird around him. I told him I liked him as a person but that there wasn't any attraction on my part to him as a date-able guy. We hung out a few more times and then pffffttt. Nothing. He got angry at me because I didn't like him "like that" and sent me a few childish text messages. But, I shot that down quick, letting him know text messages weren't real communication and that he was indeed behaving like the child I orignally thought him to be. That shut him up.

About a week later, I met this other guy who I was REALLY into for like the first week. He was so smart and deep, and spiritual, we spoke on the phone everyday for hours at a time and went out on like four dates the first week we met one another. Then the second week came and he showed up at my house dead drunk. Huh? What's this? Not knowing what to do, I didn't want to send him home driving while he was intoxicated, I let him sleep on my couch. He went home the next morning and told me he was just feeling upset the night before, he had a bit too much to drink. Okay. We spoke on the phone and I could tell he was drinking then on our next date, he reeked of alcohol. Not good stuff at all. He then told me (surprise!) he had a problem with alcohol. He'd been in and out of rehab three or four times but his drinking was something he felt he could handle. I played along for about a week then one day, he didn't pick me up as he said he would. When he called me later that evening, (surprise again!) he was drunk. I tried (I really did) to see his drinking as something he was dealing with. Something that was not apart of him, something that was just a fault of his like a bad memory. But then I realized, I was falling into that same trap I always get myself into; making excuses for someone. Trying to fix someone. So, I kindly told him things weren't going to work for me. I can not and will not be someone's appeaser. It wasn't fair to me as a person and he shouldn't expect me, a virtual stranger to take on his problems. I let him know I thought he was a nice guy but, he was not ready for me.

So, here I am again. At square one. At not al all discouraged. :)