Dating Debacles, Part 846

Ok, so as my readers know, I dabble in online dating.  I'll try to keep this story brief.  I met a guy.  We emailed and texted a little.  I found him interesting and was excited.  He insisted we should talk on the phone.  You all know my feelings on this, outlined in an earlier post.  It didn't go particularly well, but I'd say that was partially my fault.  I am just not up for the phone.  Intro convos never do for me.  He said, at one point, that he could pick up that I am extremely serious (all my blog readers already know this, I'm sure).

Anyhow.  Despite a couple awkward pauses and him complaining that I was not laughing at his jokes (yep...) I still tried to be open-minded based on the good convos earlier.  It ended with:

Him:  So when am I gonna meet you?  Maybe we can grab a drink?
Me:  Sure, I'm up for a drink.
Him:  How about Tuesday or Wednesday?
Me:  I actually can't either of those days (accurate).  Maybe Thursday?
Him:  Hmm.  Let's play it by ear during the week....

(Ok, fine.  Whatever.  Ready to write him off....)

Tuesday, late afternoon.
Text from him:
Are we going to grab a drink tonight or tomorrow?
(Thought bubble:  Why am I responding?)
Me:  I can't either day.
Him:  That's why you're called the elusive one.
Me:  Ha.
Him:  Why don't you tell me when you're free.
(No response.)

Weds.
Him:  The Bull Valley Monster has struck again.
Me:  Bull Valley?
Him:  Weren't we talking about the bull valley monster?  I thought that was you.
Me:  I don't think so....

Thurs.  6:30.  PM.
Him:  Free for a drink tonight, Ms. Elusive?
Me:  I already made plans for tonight.  Next week sometime?
Him:  Way too much work for me.  Good luck.

I secretly wanted to text back 'anything in life having is worth working for', but I decided to let it go peacefully.  :-)

File this one under 'le sigh'.  I assume this is the kind of guy who says women play games and make things too complicated.