I went out on a date last night. I had a fantastic time. The date lasted from 7:30pm until 2am. On top of that, the girl lives two-hours north and we met in the middle, West Palm Beach, so it was an hour drive for me. I normally don’t date girls outside of my local area, but I had a feeling about this one. That feeling was right.
Today, we spent the day text messaging back and forth, even setting up plans for next weekend. There was a lull in the messaging during the afternoon and around 7:30p, I received a text from her telling me that she just sent me an email on MySpace. I thought that was a little weird and kind of felt like she was going to tell me that she wasn’t that interested. So, I got home and fired up my Mac. Here’s what the email said:
“I know I mentioned my psycho roomate and my black lab but I failed to tell you about my two tropical fish and my son. I thought you knew but you never asked last night so I am guessing that this is news to you. I don’t hide things about myself so I wanted to be up front.”
She wants to be upfront? Really? I had always thought that upfront means that you tell people something at the beginning, not after the fact. Not only that, but I had ASKED her if she had kids in some earlier emails (that I’ve subsequently copied and pasted back to her in my reply) and she joked that she had multiple kids from multiple dads (she’s quite the jokester, hence why I liked her). However, she never mentioned that she had a son. Not once.
I’m seething right now. Understand, this is not a judgment on her having a child. This is a judgment on her not telling me about it until AFTER we went out. I liked her, I really did. But, she lied to me. What else is she hiding?
The old saying of ‘lucky in life, unlucky in love’ was invented for me. I love the life I lead, every part of it. I just can’t find anyone to share it with. And, as it turns out, when I do, they take a dump on my face.