I have entered him into what I like to call "The Deadzone." That is the place where random cute guys you make eyes with on the subway and then get off, guys you meet in bars and never hear from, unknown pseudo crushes at work admired from afar, go to vanish and never be seen again. Now, a Craig's List date that never was (even though I can already tell it never would have worked out) can be added. Entry into the Deadzone happens regularly in New York; in a city of 8 million, its easy to feel a connection with lots of people, but it can be hard to actually make that connection last more than 5 subway stops. The Deadzone is frustrating -- you can think you really spark with a guy and then BAM! nothing. And then he disappears forever...into the Deadzone.
Vile Kyle is a perfect example of someone deep in the Deadzone. I met Vile Kyle (VK) one night at Brother Jimmy's, a sports bar. We were both at the bar, I was buying a PBR 16 oz can and joking with my roommate Elaine* that it would hilarious if I shot gunned the beer. VK over heard the conversation, gave me a wink, and we started chatting. He was obviously immediately attracted to my lady like qualities. We talked all night; at the end of the night he got my number and even texted 3 times to say he wanted to make sure I had his number, he had fun, and wanted to hang out soon. The week went by - no call/no text. The weekend rolled around, same story. Saturday night comes, I have a few drinks and clearly texted him. No response. At all. Ever. Hence, the nickname Vile Kyle and entry into the Deadzone. I guess its my fault, I should have seen it coming: he was a blond, they're all shifty.