November 25, 2009

Bonerkiller: Fantasy Date Hope Dashers

Your future date ideas for us sound like something out of a rom-com montage: We’ll go on a hot air balloon ride around the city, we'll go to the zoo, and maybe we'll spend a weekend down at the shore because your buddy has a house down there we can use. Hell, maybe we can even hop on a plane and go to Vegas for a weekend. These dates are wonderful on your lips and in my head. The problem: they never happen for real. I mean, it's fine that they never happen, but don't get my hopes up about it. Now, you're just a hope dasher. I hate hope dashers!

Oh, ok, so we went on one or two real dates. It was nice enough. We even had an end-of-the-night kiss. And you act like you’re still interested. And you say we’ll have to do this and that, go here and there. And you sound sincere, so I believe you. But, boy am I glad that I didn't invest in a new pair of scuba fins for our magical get-a-way date to the Bahamas.

Because none of it ever happens. A week goes by, and I don’t hear from you about these whirlwind plans at all. And what’s worse is that you act like everything’s still cool. It’s not cool to leave someone hanging. It’s not cool to tell me A or B and then do Z—nothing! Just like our fantasy dream dates, I am going to start acting like you never happened.

10 comments:

bianca said...
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bianca said...

The only thing worse than this is entering a serious relationship with a guy who is all talk ...even for realistic dates.

Let's take my ex, for example. He promised and promised and promised to take me to the brandywine museum. I kept waiting on him to go to see the Wyeth illustrations (I really wanted to go with him), but after almost two years it just never happened... and guess what? We broke up.

Oh, and one of the Wyeths died. And by the way-- I still have never been to the brandywine museum. Moral of the story: don't place your plans or faith in the hands of dudes unless they are trying to marry you or you are dangling from the edge of a cliff.

Amber said...

It's called Selling The Dream. Worst.

Anna said...

Haha. Selling the dream! I like that!

Noel said...

Who wants to go on a hot air balloon ride?

Diane said...

Bianca, I know exactly what you mean! It's funny, I came on here to post a comment so similar to your post! My exboyfriend totally was a Fantasy Date Hope Dasher. I missed out on seeing the Comedians of Comedy with David Cross, because I waited for him to get the tickets. Lesson learned, don't do that with a flake! Among the list of bad gifts from him, for our anniversary he promised to take me away for a weekend to the San Diego Zoo. Neeeeever happened... In the break-up, I did at least bitch at him about that, pointing out that our friend would go to San Diego every other weekend, so he really didn't have much of an excuse for falling through on that promise. I contend that he still owes me a gift, dammit...

phillygrrl.com said...

Ah Bianca, your comment reminds me of an ex who played in an orchestra who swore he would someday play me my favorite violin piece. One year later, nada. Grrr.

allarevessels said...

bonerkiller whiney women. just saying. fav violin peice? worlds smallest. i love them when they like ice cream cones or diy. whiney eww.

Anna said...

This whole site is one long, funny whine! I know, we can't ALL have blogs where we just post up YouTube videos of random indie songs.

Are you drunk?

allarevessels said...

my boner is sucking the blood from my brain. sorry.

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