Number 21 (29)- Obviously screwed in the head!

OK, so I really need to get off my chest the story about number 21 (29).

We went to a restaurant, one of my favourites and we drank water and ate tapas from lunch time until dark. I found him adorable and he was checking me out the whole time- I know, because he wasn't very discreet about it and he told me. He was so into me that I thought this was DEFINITELY leading to a second date.

I was very understanding of this guy, eventhough his profile was full of lies, because I was into him. And people aren't just into everyone. My checklists state that I am DEFINITELY not into just anyone. Anyway, Number 21's profile stated that he was single, had no pets and no allergies. BUT, alas, he revealed that he was SEPARATED with a dog and a serious gluten allergy. Now, this didn't bother me. Why? Because I was into him. But maybe it should have to spare me the anguish that followed.

His family life sounded like a Mills and Boon story. This should have made me suspicious of the guy, who claimed he never officially lived with his wife, in fact, his wife didn't even want to marry him and he planned the whole wedding himself. His brother stole his ex-girlfriend and had a few kids with her. His stories were all very bizarre and, possibly fictitious, but I will never know.

We left the restaurant to kid around in the park on the swing sets. I haven't had so much fun in SUCH a long time. When we parted, he kissed me on the cheek and left no doubt in my mind that we would see each other the following week.

Several SMSs exchanged hands after the date. We chatted again, but it's possible that I seemed too eager and scared him off. But he was VERY eager himself, so all I was really doing was mirroring is eagerness. Anyway, he started to stop messaging, stop replying, half reply, but committed to a date last Sunday. This lack of attention made me feel really sick and anxious because, I liked him. As of the day before, he was still coming but didn't give me a time, which was selfish of him because am I supposed to just wait around all day?

In the end, I did exactly that. Waited around. ALL fucking day. Then I sent a message 'Did you drop off the face of the earth or something' to which he replied that he was sick blah blah blah. For a second I was sympathetic. THEN I grew a brain. A message isn't hard to send. He was, indeed, a shit-head who had screwed me around. The majorly crappy part was.... I liked him. I liked him and he was scum. Way to pick 'em, eh?