Personal Success Story - GEORGINA

Remember how I admitted to everyone I was the Faze Out Girl? Not my proudest moment. However. I can finally tip my hat proudly and say I am no longer “that girl”!

Here is what happened: the Rude Canadian kindly left me alone for 4 days after I told him my friends were in town until Monday. Promptly Monday night I received a text message from him, asking how was my time with my guests. I answered, “Good, they’re still here, actually.” He responded, “Do you have any time to get together tomorrow?”

First of all. Let’s just be clear. I don’t respond well to any sort of comment or question that seems at all defensive. I automatically get defensive back and say things I probably should not.

So, I respond, with my guard up: “I don’t, actually…sorry!” He waits a few minutes and then sends back, “Well, should I even bother to keep asking?”

Second of all. That’s just not necessary. He had asked me out ONCE before and I couldn’t hang out because I had friends in town. No matter how much I did not want to see him again, you can’t automatically jump to that extreme of a reaction the second time a girl says she can’t hang out, because truthfully I did have plans. PLUS, Christmas time is already busy enough.

There I sat, literally in the place of our first date, and debated what to send back. I figured I had 3 options.
Option A: I could ignore him and just not respond. That is what I probably would have done in the past.
Option B: I could slightly lie and say I had a boyfriend. However…I reasoned this excuse would not work quite right because I had had breakfast with him barely two weeks prior and I hadn’t said anything about a boyfriend or seeing anyone else.
Option C: I could take the high road and be honest and simply say I was not interested. Which is exactly what I did.

My text back read thusly: “It might be better just to leave it at what it was…sorry to do this over text. It was great to meet you though.” He responded simply, “No worries. Thanks for the honesty.”

PHEW! My first attempt at the graceful let down went more smoothly than I anticipated. Not that I expected anything dramatic; I don’t really know what I expected. But I do know from now on, from this point forward, that I will always be honest and truthful in these kinds of situations. I wonder why I never did this before, I actually feel pretty good.

I’ll let him just draw his own conclusions about what turned me off. I’m sure he would never guess it was because he was rude to the waitress.