You Oughta Know...

As the majority of you know, dating sucks. People that say that dating is fun, are lying through their teeth. Maybe it's fun when you meet the right person, but up until that time, it literally makes me want to throw breakable objects across the room and shout curse words at the top of my lungs.

I've been on Match.com off and on since 2007, sounds pathetic, right? I've had two successful relationships from it, and both of them have taught me lessons. I'm really shy around new people at first so meeting guys through this medium has been the best option, the most comfortable option, but this option also brings some major douchebags out of the woodwork.

Take today. There was this guy, let's call him Top Sider, which is a synonym for his last name. (ha, TS if you're reading this, you deserve this). We emailed for awhile, then graduated to text messages and then after a couple days he found me on Facebook. That's fine, I'm not even on there that much. Due to my schedule we couldn't get a date nailed down to meet up, but about a week later I mentioned Monday the 2nd. He said that sounded great. We threw around a couple of ideas of favorite bars in our shared neighborhood and the date was set.

So I thought.

Today I text Top Sider and ask him how his weekend was. A couple of hours later I realized he hadn't responded. Hmm, I thought, that's weird because since we began texting he has always responded right away.

Then, I check Top Sider's Facebook. Who knows, maybe he's up to something important today and he has a status about it.

Oh, we're not friends anymore. (Well, FB friends, which is something completely different from "friends")

That, is a total douchebag move. Adult men (he's 33) still do this. Stand women up, no explanation, no nothing. It's bullshit. I'm glad I didn't get a chance to meet Top Sider because, he's a complete tool and he's not worthy of spending an hour drinking a beer or two with me.

Oh well, his loss. I know it's not me.

I wanted to watch The Bachelorette tonight anyway. Pretty sure Emily wouldn't have sent the snippy text to Top Sider that I did an hour ago, but whatever.