As usual, my quest for adventure led to me giving my phone number to a man who claimed to be blown away by me. We met while a white funk band was playing; I was holding a takeout container and wearing a coat. The next day, he called and sang to me on the phone.
I thought he would, with my luck, be THEE worst singer in the world.
But he wasn’t! He was…on some 1990s R&B ish.
And everything just…went properly. He called when he said he would. He was courteous. He actually knew the Lord. He wasn’t a drug dealer.
But I still wasn’t feeling him, entirely. He was cute, but didn’t give me that “oh my gosh we need to talk for 12 hours straight” feeling that I have with men I really, really like.
I should have known I wasn’t feeling him when he called and I let it go straight to voicemail. I was in the middle of a Netflix evening and really didn’t want to interrupt my movie. (Lame, right?)
This still is from The Earrings of Madame De… I absolutely love it. Go see it!
My girls reminded me that, for once, this man wasn’t crazy.
“He didn’t tap his teeth, girl! He didn’t sell drugs when you guys were together! He didn’t call you big!”
They were right. I finally returned his call. We spoke. But…it was just okay.
A few posts ago, I wrote that we all need to keep it real. Apparently I’m not good at taking my own advice, because I didn’t keep it real with myself. This man–cute though he may be, is just not for me. I agreed to a date, then prayed about it, and when he called to cancel to deal with some family drama, I eagerly told him I would pray for him and his family and got the heck off the phone so I could go read some trashy Southern chick lit.
Truth? I felt relieved not to have yet another man calling me to ask where I am and what I’m doing. I felt relieved not to deal with cringe worthy text messages full of grammatical errors and too many ellipses. (#snobmoment)
I guess I’m just not that into him. (If I was, the grammatical errors would be absolutely adorable).
But that makes me wonder: will I forever be into emotionally unavailable bad boys?
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The most amazing times I have are with men who aren’t Christians, or who are, but live a million miles away. Or some terrible mixture of both.
Why are the good looking men broke, or taken? And why are the older, unattractive men super paid? Why are Christian men either entirely wack or not into me?
And when should I give a guy I don’t like a chance? I guess that’s the real question–how picky should I be? I want to have grace, so as long as a man is a Christian, gainfully employed and attractive I usually give him a shot…but somehow I always have less in common with them than all of the other men who talk to me.
I guess I have good girl problems.
Oh well. There’s always fiction. And Netflix.