I just don’t understand men.  And maybe that’s a good thing.  I like to think that I’m a little bit saner than most of the men I meet.

Let me tell you the story of my week.  Last weekend I succumbed to yet another dating site and set up a profile.  On Sunday I was looking around the site and was contacted by this guy named Gary who wanted to chat.  I started chatting with him, and he was immediately over the top with how much he liked my picture and he couldn’t wait to meet me.  I gave him my phone number and told him that he could call me that night.

So we talked that night and had a nice conversation.  I found out that he restores classic cars and does quite well for himself.  He has his own business in Carrolton, TX (near Dallas) plus he has a home in the mountains in Tennessee.  I could see right away that he was going to try and impress me with his money, so I told him straight up that I wasn’t impressed with money and that I couldn’t be purchased.  He just ignored me and insisted that he wanted to meet me the next weekend.  I already had plans for the next Saturday, but I rescheduled those plans so that I could hang out with Gary on Saturday at Old Town Spring.

On Monday he asked me what kind of car I drove, and I told him.  He told me that he had just restored a 1959 red convertible Thunderbird that he wanted me to have.  Excuse me?  I told him that I certainly could not accept a car from him.  We carried on that argument all week.  On Wednesday he finally suggested that it would be an appropriate wedding gift.  Excuse me again?  Here he had known me for all of four days, and he was already talking about being engaged by the end of the year.  And we had not even met each other yet!!!  He just kept telling me that he had a “feeling” about me – that he knew the two of us would be perfect for each other. 

Wednesday evening we were texting, and he made some comment about how I belonged to him.  So I texted back and told him that no, I didn’t.  And that I would never be the possession of any man.  Shortly thereafter he told me he was going to bed.   He didn’t text or call like he normally does first thing in the morning, so about mid-morning I texted him to say hello.  He responded to me that he was sad.  I asked him why he was sad.  He said he didn’t think that I was as into him as he was into me.  You think?  Here I had been telling him all week that he was coming on too strong, that I was a slow mover, etc.  I decided it was time to cut my losses.  So I texted him back, confirmed for him that I was not into him like he was into me, and then said some other stuff about his intensity and my cautiousness and so forth.  I ended with the suggestion that we end things right now and just say goodbye.  And, of course, he hasn’t texted me back.

So, that’s it.  That’s actually the second wealthy man who has contacted me, and both of them have turned out to be the biggest flakes.  I guess that reinforces my belief that money is not everything and that it is definitely not the key to a successful relationship.

I guess it’s back to the dating site for me.  I’ve been neglecting it all week since I had been focused on Gary.  Hopefully there’s a normal guy out there for me somewhere.