Being Bulletproof

So while the roster is still technically full, the most promising bullet has been emptied from the chamber. After a confusing few weeks of back and forth, Cali Cool Guy and I had a fourth date. It was a fun, chatty dinner, but as you may recall: the sex was terrible. Way too short, minimal foreplay, unsatisfying (I think for him too??), awkward, and just a miss. All around, a miss. No one benefited from us hooking up.

It reminded me of the short video interview of an older British woman chomping on a radish - the journalist asks her if she would rather have sex or a radish. She says “well if it’s really good sex, then the sex. But if it’s bad sex, then the radish.”

Cali Cool Guy also made me realize that one of my lifelong favorite jokes is maybe not true - pizza and skiing are like sex: when it’s good, it’s really good, but when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. This was bad and definitely not good. This was not pizza or skiing sex. This was radish sex. As in, ‘I’d rather have a radish than this sex’. And I do not like radishes.

So I decided to wait. Wait for him to contact me, for him to maybe get over his embarrassment, for him to decide what he wants to do. I waited a week! Then I called him - and he did not pick up. He did not call back. He did not text. He did not attempt to contact me. So we are letting it go.

I deserve some who cares enough to communicate. I deserve someone who is excited to hang out with me. I deserve more than bad sex and no call back!

The other takeaway here is that no man, no connection is bulletproof. It’s all a continuous learning process which can go up or down at any time! Damn, here I thought that making it through the 3rd date meant it was really going somewhere. Guess I am back to square one-ish.