@Thisisworsethananticpated we are all learning as we go along - I'm 51 and honestly feel like I'm learning things now I wish I'd known 30 years ago. I think as long as we're learning from our mistakes we have to focus on that because it's progress.
I was meant to have a first date with my iron on Thursday - he cancelled with half an hour's notice saying he had a migraine (what is he, 12?
) and I have not heard from him since. At the time I felt sort of relief because in all honesty I should not have planned to see him when I did, as it fell in between two massive work days and travelling between two places and at the tail end of a week I'd had almost no sleep so was exhausted. Despite getting what I thought was lots of things right this time (no over-investing, TICK!... arranging to meet fairly soon, TICK!... etc) I still managed to engage with someone who clearly is an absolute tool.
The sheer disappointment of yet again realising that navigating dating is like herding kittens. That even someone whose opening gambit more or less was to share stories of the awful times he'd been stood up and saying what terrible behaviour it was... left me feeling quite low yesterday. (It did not help reading the 'invisible middle aged women' thread either...)
I've had a busy weekend and thankfully am getting better at realising this isn't about me, but about him and his inability to have even vaguely challenging conversations - and therefore preferring to behave like this than be able to say 'hey, I've changed my mind'. I think it may well have been because I was staying over in a hotel but had hinted that this might not be the shoe-in he imagined as I had a very early start and train to catch the next day.
@FireandBrimstone... just wanted to say I feel your pain. Am also contemplating how else to fill my life with real life brilliance rather than lacklustre and disappointing men. I have quite excitingly booked to go clubbing in London on Friday so that's something to look forward to as an ex-raver. This time will be vastly different to last time I did something like this however, will be sober for one thing... and will be squeezing in a Nanna Nap before we get up and head to the club in Shoreditch 