Dating on the Fly: Jeff

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As most of you know, my boyfriend of a year and a half and I went out separate ways in January. Well, we kind of went out separate ways. You see, it was determined that we weren’t working well together as boyfriends but we were better as best friends. We decided, amicably, that it was time to break up, but we didn’t want to throw away the friendship we had created and decided to remain roommates. Yes, I know, WHAT!? But, trust me, it’s working out just fine. We got a larger apartment, have our own bedrooms, and between his schedule and mine.. I hardly ever see him. In fact, he’s leaving on May 9th to Dallas for three months. It works.

But, as one of my co-workers put it the other day “so, you’re on the market.” Yes, in fact I am. I’ve done my time reflecting on what I’ve learned from my last relationship and I’m ready to move on to find someone who is more compatible with me than the last. And, as any blogger would do; you’re coming along for the ride as well.

I’m going to warn you, the selection in Phoenix is slim. Very slim. And guys who accept the job of a Flight Attendant, further narrows the selection.

My first date back on the market was with a guy named Jeff. Jeff works as an IT analyst for a financial firm in Phoenix. We met on a dating website and emailed back and forth for a few days. Jeff was the first to communicate between us. He seemed overjoyed with the fact that he “found a quality guy” after only joining the dating website two days earlier. He seemed really nice.. until his text messages got a bit.. weird. You see, he just moved into this new house, which apparently is a lot larger than his previous home, and is having a hard time decorating it. He said he didn’t have the gay gene that could do it. He then asked me, the day before our scheduled date, if I could help decorate his home.. after dinner.

Okay, what? Was he’s going to put a ring on it too? So, let’s get this straight: You just asked someone you’ve never met before out on a date, for dinner. You then asked this someone to come over to your home and decorate it for you. If that doesn’t scream “get out now” I don’t know what does.

I hope it didn’t come as a shock to him that I “had to work” all of a sudden because I mistakenly answered a call from crew scheduling. I’m sure he didn’t understand that concept, but a long, long text message describing how that works kind of let him down easy.

A week later, I got a text message from him asking me if he’d ever get to meet me, because I’m someone he’d really like to get to know (either that or his house was still bare). And a few days later, I replied that I just got based in Los Angeles and the company was paying my relocation. I had only a week to move. He bought it.

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