I never actually followed up about Ethan. I emailed him last week because his communication was sporadic at best and I didn’t want to hold on to hope that a second date would materialize with someone who may not even be interested.
I thought it best to play it cool and even gave him an easy out. I told him that sometimes we meet someone we have a better connection with, or we realize we are no longer interested, or life just gets in the way. Whatever the reason, I wrote, I was very happy to have met him but that I hope I’m wrong and he’d still like to grab a drink at some point.
He emailed back a few hours later (his best response time to date) explaining how busy he’s been but that he would still love to take me out. Unfortunately, he couldn’t give me any indication as to when that might be so he understood if I didn’t want to wait around. He also said he thought I was an awesome girl and that I deserved better than that.
He’s absolutely right. I do deserve better.
And clearly he’s just not that into me.
It’s cool. I mean, sure, I’m disappointed, but such is life sometimes. I’m realizing now how hard it is to find myself on common ground with these men. What I wouldn’t give to be wrapped up in the pages of a romance novel for a chapter or two just to taste what that feels like again. But I trust there’s something greater and I’ll fall in love again when the time is right.
In the meantime, I told Ethan maybe we’d bump into each other at a show, since we share the same taste in music. There’s no reason to burn that bridge. While it may not have worked out, I still think he’s a great guy and someone I would love to see again. Some things are just not meant to be and I am at peace with that.
In an effort to lick my barely there wounds, I decided to join OkCupid. Free site, adorable/intelligent boys in Brooklyn, and so far I’ve noticed a lot more Phish phans and vegetarians than on Match.com. I have nothing to lose. And besides, I’m not done playing the field just yet.