(Not from blogging. DON'T PANIC.)
A few days after writing this post, and long after I had given up on internet date #4, I received an email from her. To paraphrase, it said "Life is busy. Can't make the theatre festival. Maybe dinner next week?"
I stared at the email for the longest time, wondering in whose mind it is appropriate to wait nine days before contacting someone about a change in plans. And then I stared at the email wondering what the appropriate response from me was. No response? An enthusiastic "Yes, of course, I'm desperate"? An angry refusal involving various obscenities that are too rude to post on my blog? It took me an entire 48 hours to make up my mind, at which point I decided to give it one more try, given that our first meeting had been so positive and given that the internet isn't exactly a wealth of people that I want to date. So, decision made, I sent a response that said I'd be open to dinner and suggesting that we pick a time.
/insert sound of crickets
A full week later, I got another email message that said (paraphrased) "Life is really busy. This isn't going to work. Was nice to meet you."
And then my head exploded.
I understand busy. I can link to two whole years of blog posts from residency in which I talk incessantly about how busy my life is (but will spare you my self-indulgent whining), so it's not that I don't understand her situation. What I don't understand? Rudeness. Perhaps the rules of internet dating are different from the rules of dating in the "real world", but it still seems to me that if you make plans with someone, even tentatively, you should let them know in a timely manner if the plans have to change. It's just basic etiquette. My 7- and 9-year-old nieces are more polite*.
By the end of that whole encounter, I was starting to feel done. And then there was another similar (albeit briefer) encounter with another woman from the internet, the details of which I shall spare you in the interest of not boring you to death. And by the end of that, I was definitely done.
So I'm taking a break. If it weren't for a pesky little licensing exam that's scheduled for next spring, I would probably lick my wounds for a month or two and then throw myself back into the fray. I might even suck it up and try my luck a few more times right now. But unfortunately there is a pesky little licensing exam scheduled for next spring, and the closer I get to it, the more I realize that I need to be somewhat obsessively focused on it for the next ten months. Which simply doesn't leave time or mental space for sifting through the crazies on an online dating site. So for now, I'm shutting down my profile and going back to the life of a perpetually solitary diner.
Which thankfully isn't all that bad.
*Aside from their obsession with farts.