return of the fatophobe
I’m sure you remember Michael, the man who wanted to know if I really weighed 152 lbs, and who then was unavailable for conversation twice when I called at the times he named.
My ‘reward’ (?!) for answering his emails so politely is the following email, rec’d today:
subject heading: How are the phones doing?
message: Hope you’re well, and just got back from Europe for a few days,
Best,
Michael
I guess the subtext is: I’m still interested in you. And you should be interested in me, because 1) I care about how you are, or at least I care about how your phones are; and 2) I’m the kind of busy, important person who goes to Europe ‘for a few days,’ and if you hung out with me, you could go with me for these glamorous, exciting trips.
Hmmm.
I didn’t mention this in the blog, but actually I was also put off by Michael’s misuse of the semi-colon. Why use a semi-colon if you don’t know how to? was it a case of ‘use it or lose it’? I think people who can’t use them correctly should lose them, but I’m sure I’m in the minority with that opinion.
Whatever.
So here he is back again, but you know, I bet the same problems would arise if we tried to connect via telephone once more.
After two real failures of dates over this past weekend, do I want a third date in a row that is bound not to work out? how desperate am I? As the blog-commenters all noted, to a person, this guy is obnoxious…and I have plenty of blog material already.
Given jdate’s system, he’ll be able to tell that I’ve read his message. I am leaning toward — well, what am I leaning toward?
Boredom in this beautiful (at last) spring weather…but which is better, a lonely few days or another depressing date? If I knew now that the matchmaker (in the middle of writing that one up for you) was going to come up with someone soon, or soonish, I’d say thanks but no thanks to Michael. I feel 99% sure that I would not like this man. In fact, if I reread his final message from before, whose tone I remember but whose content I forget, I’d ask myself, why are you even dithering? Life, even single sexagenarian life, is too short to spend on people like him. You’re better off staying home reading The New Yorker.
I’m almost convinced.
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UPDATE
I wrote him this cheerful but unencouraging message and got no response (the response I wanted):
welcome back. i haven’t yet had time to do a thing about the phone, but my work is about to get easier, so things should improve soon. thanks for asking!
I would have been crazy to go out with a rude painintheass like Michael.
End of story.
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