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Intolerant. I was labeled intolerant by a man I went out with recently. Intolerant! Imagine! Me! But here’s my story – I’ll let you decide. A tall, handsome physician. Semi-retired. We met online, spoke on the phone only twice, and made a date to meet. He lives on the Westside, but said he’d be “willing” to make the drive all the way out to my area. Unselfish. I could see it right away. Before we met, he texted several times. “Thinking of you tonight, Sweetheart.” Maybe I’m overly sensitive, but that made me uncomfortable. We hadn’t even shaken hands yet and he was calling me Sweetheart. Or was he? I realize that I probably over-analyze everything, but it seemed to me that a generic text such as that one, sent at 10:15 on a work night, might have just as easily been sent to a handful of women. I guess I was supposed to respond, but I didn’t see it until the next morning and, really, how does one respond to something like that? I’m thinking of you, too, Honey? Thanks, Love? We met for a glass of wine at Lee’s. He was about an hour late (but called first). Apparently, no one I date accounts for the other cars on the freeway. This left us about an hour, during which time he talked, and talked…asked one or two questions about me, then talked some more. He’s a graduate of Harvard Medical School. He has several practices in another state but lives out here every other week because his family is here. He’s learning all about fine wines, has been all over the world, and has a very distinguished family line. He seemed satisfied with me just smiling and nodding and making constant eye contact. The next morning’s text: “Thinking of u Julie. Good morning sweetie.” I thanked him for the lovely evening. He responded: “I guess you must have been dreaming of me, Yes?” Well, no. But I couldn’t say that, could I? Meanwhile, he’s texting more things such as: “I’m looking for forever and ever….I won’t give up until I find her, Sweetie….I’ve searched far and wide and kissed a lot of frogs”…etc. Again, how does one respond to that…in a text? Yet, we managed to arrange our second date. Here’s where my alleged intolerance appears. He sent this text: “I’m so excited to see u again Karen. I’ve been thinking about you. It’s been a while since I’ve given a woman so much thought.” Isn’t that just the sweetest thing? My initial suspicions seemed to have been confirmed. He was seeing so many women that he got us all confused. I texted him back that I wasn’t Karen. He apologized profusely, saying it was a “Freudian slip” meant to amuse me. I didn’t know you could plan Freudian slips and, not surprisingly, I wasn’t amused. I texted him back that it was time to let this one go, and that he could stop contacting me now. That’s when he called me intolerant. Ya think? |
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