Have you ever felt you met the love of your life, only to be disappointed thereafter?

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I got dragged into this circle of network marketers a couple of years ago by a lovely lady who told me it was an ‘local entrepreneurship meeting’. As I sat there listening to their ringleader’s bullshit, after awhile I started to get energized. I’d never really felt moved by public speaking before, I wanted to understand what was going on there a little better, so I signed on the dotted line, agreed to have $250 come out of my checking account every month in exchange for their product, and joined their little crew, which consisted of the ringleader, and older male, and a bunch of young, beautiful sales-women types who all seemed very comfortable in their skin and projected an air of sexy confidence. Think Ne-yo’s video for Miss Independent.

The ringleader rented out a nice apartment near my house that he used for meetings. We were hanging out there one day when I met her. Stunningly beautiful, about my height, exotic features. I was smitten. We chatted for about an hour before something interrupted us and the spell was broken. I felt comfortable leaving her that night because I was sure I’d see her again.

Well, the group seemed to fall apart at that point. The regular meetings I was attending stopped and as I wasn’t really fully committed to them or anything, nobody really kept me up to date, and I wasn’t motivated to continue, the whole thing just lost it’s sheen for me. The only thing I was in it for at that point was to see her again, but she wasn’t at any of the subsequent meetings, and so I was happy to wash my hands of it and move on with my life. We were friends on Facebook but she wasn’t very warm to me when I tried reconnecting, so I didn’t ask for a date.

Fast forward two years later. I’m dating my current lady but we’re not yet exclusive. She’d pissed me off so I was looking to see what the grass looked like on the other side of the fence. My network marketing crush keeps an active Facebook profile to promote her business and I responded to one of her posts. We chatted for a bit and I got a much warmer reception, so I asked her out.

Come the day of the date, I had really high hopes. I put on a suit and tie, prepared to romance her face off. I had a little trouble finding her address and she wasn’t being responsive to my texts, so I wondered if I would have to reschedule. I noticed a bar next to her apartment building so I went over there, had a beer and waited for her to respond. 45 minutes after we were supposed to meet, she wakes up from her nap and comes out to see me. Her phone alarm failed to go off, you see. She looked like she’d just got out of bed. I scrapped our restaurant plans and we just ordered there, while I tried to salvage a date out of it. I wanted her to be comfortable so I loosened my tie and took off my jacket.

It was awkward. At one point she mentioned the name of a band she had found out about here. I threw out a lure, “they sound great, maybe you could play them for me.” She took the bait and we walked over to her place after we finished eating.

Her place was an unholy mess. She put on the band we were there for her to introduce me to, then set about straightening up. The band sounded good, she looked good, I tried to just enjoy the moment. I start asking her about her business. I had thought when I met her the first time and going by her Facebook efforts that she was doing pretty well, but it soon became clear that whatever she was clearing, she’d have been better off in a corporate job. It felt a bit like that scene in Mad Men where Don sees his old artist girlfriend after a few years and she’s become a drug addict.

I went running back to my main girl.