Week 4: Seriously, when it rains, it pours. I couldn't make up the events of the last week if I tried.
Things started out normal enough: I had a second date planned with the Intellectual, and I had begun emailing with a new Match guy, the Euro-dresser (e.g. lots of scarves). Offline, I had also met someone who was distracting me from my Internet interests — the Enigma — an intriguing fella with the uncanny (and irresistible) ability to cause spontaneous smiling. And in the midst of this I get an unexpected call.
Now that I'm finally happy in my single state of affairs, shamelessly dating, crushing, and flirting my way past a brutal breakup, I get a call from the Ex. He's hopelessly in love with me, he's sincerely sorry for the way he handled things, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to win me back. I tell him I appreciate the sentiments, but I'm about to go out with my girlfriends, and honestly, after relying on their advice, strength, and support since the breakup, I'm not about to bail on them now.
I do eventually call him back, and say I'm willing to talk about things but not to commit to getting back together. Meanwhile, I'm still talking to the Intellectual sporadically, and becoming increasingly interested in the Enigma. At this point, when I'm feeling like I (literally) have too many balls in the air, the Ex proceeds to send two dozen red roses to my office (a flurry of iChat inquiries from co-workers ensue and are shot down with "the Ex" response) and makes plans to come visit me. What happened to taking things slowly?
Finding myself pulled in so many directions, I decide to postpone the second date with the Intellectual. I'm trying to stay focused on my Match "duties," but the motivation to meet more people is no longer there. I don't need any more balls! There are only a limited number of hours in the day and space in my brain to handle texting, emailing, and talking to guys on top of my day job, which is not, in fact, dating (even though it is starting to feel that way).
So I'm in a predicament. I have the Ex, who is saying all the right things that I wanted him to say prior to the breakup. And even though a serious, long-term relationship with him was what I wanted just a couple months ago, it's now a tedious and emotional process that butts heads with my light, fun single life. I don't want to feel guilty for enjoying this moment of unshackled happiness, complete with butterflies-in-your-stomach possibilities and cute Enigmas. But what if I lose my soul mate and don't realize it until it's too late?
Email buddies: 5
Dates: 1 (plus one canceled)
Winks: too many