So, time for the epilogue on Mr. Nice Guy. I saw him at a concert this weekend we were both attending with the same group of friends. And who was with him? His new girlfriend, which came to a shock to everyone there. Particularly… me.
So apparently, after our date, he ended up having a talk with a friend of his who he had drunkenly slept with at some point before he met me. And now they’ve decided to give dating a try. So… yeah, that just happened. But apparently he did actually like me, and did mean all the things he said and was genuine in his behavior, at the time. So, there’s that? Either way, crummy timing. Luckily, I’ve been through essentially this same situation before, so this is pretty much old hat. Yay?
Sadly, there’s really not a damn thing you can do to compete with a friend. Especially after just one date. And also, what an awkward situation for him to be in (unless he was secretly in love with her, but seriously dude, if you just slept with the girl you’re in love with, don’t try dating someone else until you have figured that sitch out). But he can’t exactly say, “Yeah, I know I slept with you and we’ve been good friends for years, but I think I’m going to keep dating this girl I just met and have been on one date with” unless he wants to lose a friend. And possibly get a swift kick to the crotch. Que sera sera.
So at first I was pretty bummed. Then I was kind of angry for him putting me in the situation of having zero forewarning that what was already going to be an awkward encounter at the concert (“So… how’s it been since that date you never called me after?”) would include the added insult of him making out with a new girl in front of me. Then I was filled with general feelings of inadequacy. Then I felt sorry for him being in that situation. Then I was bummed again. Then I was angry at fate for sending an interloper to screw up my awesome connection. Then I contemplated what an awesome word “interloper” was and looked it up in the dictionary to just confirm that it was the most perfect word ever for this scenario (“One that interferes with the affairs of others, often for selfish reasons” – damn straight, dictionary.com!). Then I ate some girl scout cookies.
And THEN today, I decided that perhaps this wasn’t Fate enjoying some great schadenfreude at my expense – perhaps this was fate intervening because this is still not the right guy! And then I remembered that my friend had sent me the Michael Buble song “Haven’t Met You Yet” – so now I am taking this as a sign that Mr. Right is still somewhere out there, and when it’s really meant to be with a guy, he won’t be dissuaded by a friend suddenly realizing she wants to date him.
Perhaps this romantic optimism means you should call me Charlotte, but instead…