Well I didn’t even go out with David, it fizzled before it really got to take off.
David didn’t live close which would have been a challenge within itself. He was sweet, friendly and kind. We spoke a lot via text and also spent quite some time on the phone. He was mild and low key, but I wasn’t sensing an immediate attraction from either of us. We seemed like we would be fine as local friends, like mom and dad friends, but that’s ab out all I got from it.
When he told a story I had a hard time following it. He sent text that would indicate a follow-up to something, but often times I didn’t get the original description of whatever the issue was. I found him a little flighty I guess.
Two things happened that sent us sideways.
I work out mostly every day and he seemed fascinated by this and asked a lot of questions. I don’t mind this, but I often don’t talk about the cult of Peloton too early on as it will freak someone out who doesn’t understand it. It just so happened I was in the studio for a couple classes over the first week we spoke. At one point, he sent a text out of the blue after a class that said “Why don’t you just date a Peloton person?”
Ok, as we all know with text there is no intonation, but I read into that as a little dig. Was he getting frustrated that I was so involved? Was he actually questioning why I liked my Peloton community so much.
My reply was “Why would you say that to someone you potentially want to meet and date?” Then I straight out asked if it was a dig. His explanation was that if I was interested in dating that might be the easiest thing for me and there must be a lot of fit, single men and then, the clincher, “and we haven’t even faced timed yet.” Yep, it was some weird dig, no doubt. He was moaning about me being at the class when I hadn’t made the time to face time him.
I let it ride for the night it no answer. Nor did I text the next day. He finally sent an entirely random text on the second day around diner time “Ok, I have a new phone now and ready to rock and roll.”
I didn’t know he needed a new phone and I hadn’t heard a word into days – this is what I mean by confusing.
We text a few more times over the next few days and it fizzled away. I don’t even know who text who last, and I didn’t bother to look.
So, no date with non-drinker #2. He wasn’t making me laugh anyway.