This year I asked Santa to bring me a boyfriend for Christmas. He didn’t. He brought me Olay cream that “corrects the seven signs of aging.” Santa is kind of a jerk. (I do really like the cream, though.)
Wow. This is a new record. I have gotten off topic before I even got on topic. Which is...
Despite what all those uber-cheesy Hallmark holiday movies imply, finding a guy at Christmas isn’t easy. There was no snow for me to get my car stuck in to then have the hunky local tow-truck driver come rescue me literally and romantically. I didn’t go to the grocery store and reach for the last box of hot chocolate at the very moment that the hunky local veterinarian reached for it, leading to the moment we share the hot chocolate in front of a roaring fire at his (non-creepy) cabin in the woods. And there certainly wasn’t some wacky mix up where the hunky local councilman thinks I’m a visiting princess and falls in love with me, and yet still loves me even when he realizes I’m just a regular gal. None of that. And, seriously, who at Hallmark thinks up this crap?
So, since my life is more like a National Lampoon’s flick than a Hallmark movie, I maintained vigilance over my Bumble profile for the duration of the Christmas/New Year holiday. I even got a few new matches.
One guy seemed pretty awesome until he just suddenly disappeared from my messages. He totally unmatched himself with me. WTF? I didn’t even say anything inappropriate to him, which we all know is a freaking miracle.
And then there was the guy who didn’t seem to understand that I was spending the holiday with my family and therefore couldn’t answer him immediately any time he messaged me. Not that I would have anyway. Strangely, the slower I responded, the more eager he got to hear from me. “Are you still there? Am I interrupting something? I hope you’re still interested.” Geez, stalker much? I WAS interested…until I realized he was even more insecure than I am. If he’s like that now, imagine how needy he’d be if we were actually dating.
Finally, there was “Mr. Super Smartass.” Long story short, I wasn’t thinking about Bumble being GPS-based and how that would change the cities that my matches might come from since I traveled during the holiday. I just assumed he was from Lubbock and started chatting about something Lubbock-specific. (I can’t remember what it was now, and since he also unmatched me after I called him a super smartass, I can’t go back and look.) He thought I was rambling like a crazy woman. I figured out the problem, told him what it was, and he totally called me on being an idiot. Over and over. He had 6 or 7 snotty little one-liners. He was kind of a jerk…much like Santa.
So, yeah. That’s where I am on my search for romance. No holiday happily-ever-after, but I’m going to keep Bumbling through. I’m also going to make sure not to watch the Hallmark channel when Valentine’s Day comes around.