I met The Kid on a slow day at work...the Wednesday before Thanksgiving we starting chatting from the okcupid site. He was so cute and his profile was this perfect combination of self-deprecation and wit. I was immediately interested...except for the fact that he was 25. Ack. No good. But I couldn't help myself.
Pros:
Big blue eyes
Successful
Sharp wit
Loves SF
Cons:
25
25
25
Maybe TOO cute? (ridiculously good looking men intimidate me!)
After chatting online, he text me and we eventually talked on the phone. He was sweet, charming, funny, got my humor immediately...the banter was great. I was finding myself smitten...total crush. Plus, did I mention he was beautiful? We text throughout Thanksgiving morning and I started to convince myself that MAYBE I could date a 25 year old...I mean, he was more successful, interesting, and brilliant than any of the 30+ year olds I was meeting!
And then, as quickly as had started, it stopped. No more texts. No more emails. No more phone calls. Literally...like the next day. After retracing my steps, our conversations, everything, I couldn't figure out what happened. And then I remembered...he's 25. You can't count on a kid. Dang you, kid.
Still kinda hoping we'll run into each other in the city one day and he'll fall for me immediately. But, I'll probably be too busy dating the jerks and deadbeats to even notice...
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