Turning men off dating since 2009.

Last night, I finally told Mr. Interwebnets that I didn't think it was happening for us. This has been cooking for several weeks and was solidified when he e-mailed me a weight-loss meal plan ... the day after taking me out for ice cream. Really, though? I was just waiting for a sign. And even a friendly suggestion about reducing my caloric intake was enough.

Truth be told, he freaks me out just a bit.

I had been dreading this conversation. We were on the phone. I told him that I didn't think we were going anywhere. He was upset and, surprisingly to me, totally surprised.

Now, he wasn't hateful. But he was a bit ... belligerent. Some favorites:

• Help me out here. Tell me why.


• You're totally missing the boat here. You just don't have this connection with someone every day.


• Wow. I think you're totally misguided.

And, of course, my two favorites:

• Well, I can tell you one thing: I'm never doing online dating again. This whole experience has totally turned me off from meeting people that way. You think you know someone ...

Which was followed up with this heart-warming bit:

• I'll pray for you.

Jeeeeeezus. Just because I don't want to date you doesn't mean that I'm a heathen or destined for eternal damnation.

My mom's take on the prayer business? "Good. Tell him you're praying he'll get a clue and leave you alone."

My dad's take on the whole deal? "You're a fabulous babe, and hot babes have to deal with this sort of thing. You did what you had to do."

Which had me singing "My Way" a la Sinatra all day. Regrets? I have a few. But then again? Too few to mention.