The GeekHiker

So… it’s been almost 48 hours and Pink Sweatshirt hasn’t responded to my e-mail, which means that it’s probably a done deal.  Along with The Nurse, that’s 0 for 2.

Well, this is going just swimmingly, isn’t it?

I went back and reviewed the e-mail and, for the life of me, I can’t see what I said that elicited the non-response.  The e-mail was short, kind of a “hi, I liked talking with you, looking forward to going to the Observatory, hope your thing on Sunday went well” type of e-mail.

Oh, well, there was the second paragraph where I mentioned the final date for our wedding in May, that I’d almost secured the church, the honeymoon plans were booked, the invitations were mailed, that I needed her bank account info to open the joint checking account, and a list of potential names for our first four children.   But that’s it, I swear.

[Anyone who took that last paragraph seriously: you must leave this blog right now.  You can’t handle sarcasm and therefore must go.  Thank you for playing, be sure to pick up the home game on the way out, bye bye now.]

Seriously, though, I just don’t get it.  It’s a little unnerving that I can meet someone, evidently flirt successfully, then have zero luck on the back end.  It’s even more unnerving that I can’t find an obvious cause.  And it’s even more unnerving that the most logical answer is what The Best Friend told me years ago: I just have inexplicably crappy luck with women.

And she’s a woman herself, so she knows about this sort of thing.

Somewhere in the universe no doubt exists “The SuaveHiker”, the one who’s cool with women, actually gets the date, heck, maybe even gets lucky on occasion (which, somewhere in the back of my mind, I vaguely remember what that was like).  I should have set up a “SuaveHiker” blog on April Fool’s Day, just for the hell of it.

So, back to the drawing board, I guess…