He's Just Not That Into You

Things have cooled off with the graphic designer. Honestly, he became dull to the point of narcolepsy. Maybe he went off me but honestly, I was trying to show an interest in his golf/gym/graphic designing. Perhaps I wasn't convincing enough. Anyway, I've decided not to reply to his last email and see if he a) wakes up and decides to chase me a little or b) slides further into his coma and forgets I exist.

I know I said I wasn't really into my date from Sunday night but it would have been nice to hear something from him. Even just an 'It was nice to meet you but I don't think so'. On the other hand perhaps I've got unfeasibly high expectations of men.
There's a scene in SATC where the character Berger is talking about men and how they behave on dates. The theory being that there are no mixed messages; if a guy likes you 'he's booking the next date, he's coming upstairs, early meeting or no early meeting.' Otherwise the conclusion is 'he's just not that into you'. A man (theoretically) does not worry about his own feelings or getting hurt, he doesn't wonder whether you'll respect him if he sleeps with you so early on and he certainly doesn't care if he has to dash home in the early hours to make it to a morning meeting. If he really, really wants you...he'll take any opportunity to have you. Having not really dated before, this is a difficult concept to grasp. I've always just fallen into relationships - you meet in a bar, swap numbers, talk on the phone, go to dinner a couple of times, sleep together then bam...relationship. Before you know it you're spending every night in front of the TV so you don't have to talk and you've lost two years of your life. Or maybe that's just my relationships to date...?
Anyway, the point is I've never offered myself up for rejection in this way. I guess I need to thicken my skin if my tactic going forward is to be a bit more open to dating and new experiences in general. Yeesh.

Big client dinner tonight. Me, my horsey colleague (I have NOTHING in common with horsey people), one client who is Mr Mumbling Sarcastic and another who is Mr Letchy Boob-Ogler. How am I expected to eat Chinese food with these people? I'll barely get through a bowl of hot and sour soup before I either pass out with boredom or am provoked into attacking Letchy Boob-Ogler with my chopsticks. I'd better not drink or I may not have a job in the morning.