Isaac the Indians Fan: My Latest Online Dating Fail
Another installment of my online dating fails…
To read the whole story of how I got started posting online dating fails, check out this post, “Derek the Dentist”.
I’m not that into sports. I’m not good at playing them, and I’m not in love with watching them. Now, don’t get me wrong, if someone invites me to a sporting event, I’m all about buying all the team gear, looking cute and going to the game. I usually end up just chatting with my friends the whole time since half the time I’m not sure what’s actually going on in the game.
When I met Isaac it became clear early on that he was ridiculously into sports. I clearly laid out my level of interest, or lack thereof in sports, so it’s not like he didn’t know what he was getting into. It also came up on our first date that baseball is my least favorite sport to watch on TV. I don’t know why, but I just find baseball horribly boring to watch on TV. I’m always amazed how little solid contact pro baseball players make with the ball during the game.
Plenty of people have explained to me how hard it is to hit a fast ball and that it’s amazing any of them can get a hit. I get that, but I just feel like if baseball is really that hard, that there should be less teams so that we don’t have to watch so many games where it seems like almost no one can get a good hit. Anyway, this is just one of the many reasons I can’t stand watching baseball.
So fast-forward a couple months after our first date and he asked me if I wanted to come watch an Indians game with him at a sports bar. I said yes, which in my mind was me making the ultimate sacrifice. I had already told him how intensely I hated watching baseball, so I thought my offer to watch the game with him would make it clear to him how much I liked him.
Side note, men generally aren’t that perceptive. If you think he’s going to infer something from a comment you casually made 2 months ago on your first date, you’re wrong. He won’t remember. If you want a guy to know something you’ll probably just have to actually tell him. Trust me, I realize how un-fun that is, and how much easier it would be if guys could just read our minds like our girlfriends do, but they don’t.
Anyways, we went to the bar to watch the game. I for sure picked the wrong game to watch with him. Not only had the Indians recently ended a 22 game winning streak, but that night they lost game 5 of the playoffs and were officially not going to the World Series.
Not going to lie, I just had to Google all of that information, because I totally didn’t remember.
To say Isaac was upset would be a massive understatement. His reaction was similar to how I thought he would act if he found out his dog died and he lost his job on the same day. He basically went through 4 of the stages of grief before even leaving the bar.
When we left he was definitely in the depression stage. He pretty much just ran out of the bar, was too upset to say good bye, jumped in his car and left.
I texted him in the morning to ask him if he was ok, and he said it had been a tough day and that he was devastated by the loss. I half thought he was kidding. To me a tough day is when you’re experiencing some real life problem, not when a sports team that you have nothing to do with loses a game. The last time I was devastated by a loss was at a funeral. I sarcastically responded that I too was devastated, thinking that he would immediately realize that my comment was dripping with sarcasm.
He did not. He actually seemed legitimately upset that I didn’t share his feelings of devastation about the Indians loss that night. He probably asked me how it was possible that I wasn’t upset four or five times. I tried to tell him simply that I didn’t care, but the ideas of not caring about baseball didn’t seem to compute in his mind.
We went out a couple more times after that, but things were never the same after that day. The fact that I didn’t care about baseball, and that I made him feel silly for being so upset about the game, was a deal breaker for him.
So, to all of you single ladies out there, learn from my mistake. If the guy you’re talking to is super into sports, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT make fun of any of his irrational behavior!
Don’t get me wrong, notice his irrational behavior, take note of it, and decide if you can live with it, but don’t make fun of him. Just let him be upset. Pointing out how ridiculous it is to be in a bad mood because his sports team lost, will not help the situation. Just give him a few days to cool off and don’t bring it up again.
If sports are your thing, there’s a great guy named Isaac out there who would just love to meet you!