The 15 Minute Dating Blog

by Jacob Miller

I’ve been doing the online dating thing for the better part of two years. As a 32-year-old single guy with somewhat unique interests, it’s nice not to have to wade through meaningless small talk before you reach the inevitable rejection, as computer dating can narrow the field quite a bit. And while I’ve had decent experiences with other 20 and 30-somethings that don’t quite know what they want, there was one major exception.

I noticed this one woman’s profile, liked the fact that she was into beer, and after exchanging a couple of emails, figured out she was someone I had attended high school with. I said this stroke of fate was enough reason to get together, and she enthusiastically agreed, and we met at a local brewpub.

It was a rare warm March day, and we headed outside with our drinks. She’s clearly uptight, but also just unusual and off-beat enough to have plenty to talk with, and it seems there’s a legit connection. A couple of times in the course of the evening, she heads off inside and buys me another beer, in addition to the ones she gets, and I’m thinking there could be something here.

We head inside and order dinner. As dinner is ending, she excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and I grab a pen, as I want to make sure I have her phone number. It proves to be the definition of jinxing a good thing.

About 5 minutes go by, and I start to sense she’s not back. About another 5 minutes later, I’m starting to sense a couple other people in the restaurant see me alone, and now I’m worried something’s up.

I go to the female bartender, “Hey, is there a taller blonde girl in the women’s room?” She goes to check and comes back 2 minutes later. “Nope, nobody’s in there.” Now, I’m used to being disrespected by women, but being turned into a chump is not acceptable. Hoping against hope, I head out to the parking lot to see if she’s outside for some unknown reason, and of course she’s not.

Still in shock and disgust, I head home and send email messages giving a “What for?” Of course, I get nothing back. It’s one thing to be led on and then turned away by flighty girls- I seem to attract those types like flies on sh*t. But to totally get stood up without explanation, well, I guess that explains how someone that’s interesting can have no dates in this town- she’s freaking NUTS!

But little does she know that there are web sites that we can reveal these people’s foibles on. In fact, I could give you her name so you can avoid the trouble. It’s….NAAAAH, I won’t do it. Perhaps that’s my problem, too much respect for the ladies means no play for average-looking 30-somethings. I’ve come to the conclusion that if I call you “BITCH”, you’ll be all over me.

Guess I’ll just have to keep learning…

About the author: Jake Miller is a 32-year-old office worker, grad student and part-time radio hack who hasn’t yet taken his name out of the computer dating scene, despite his less-than-stellar results. He enjoys beer, Badgers, blasting tunes and checking out the best that Madison, Wisconsin has to offer. He is still in search for that strange woman who could take his quirky outlook on life, and chooses to spend all day with him, instead of getting up in the middle of a date and leaving.

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