You know Rule #3, Quality over Quantity? Yeah well, since I'm having a hard time finding Quality, I might as well pursue Quantity. After all, maybe internet dating plays by the 10% rule - - out of every 10 dates, only 1 will be good. That seems so sad.
I have a full weekend booked, starting today:
Thursday - outdoor free concert, followed by drinks at a local pub with a guy I met last week at the dog park. He's too young and short for me, and he already told me that he doesn't like sex - so this is a courtesy date, because sex is too important for me to give up and I'm too old to be a teacher. Ha!
Friday - dinner and drinks at a local brewery with a guy that I'm very interested in meeting. I'm definitely getting the "fun" vibe from him, especially when he recounted his tales of his Memorial Day Weekend. If I know myself like I think I do, I will probably arrive with great expectations and be disappointed. The only thing that I will be keen on, is that I've met several people at this particular hot spot and the last time I was on a blind date there, a guy I had previously met was also sitting at the bar, staring. Awkward!!!!
Saturday - movies with the Pilot, a man which I have yet to blog about. That's forthcoming.
Sunday - destination and activity yet to be determined with a bodybuilder who also goes to my gym and often does cardio on the treadmills right by the yoga room so I can see his face in the mirror. I'm hoping this second date will be less of an interview, like the first one was. He's totally my type though - tall, dark and handsome with a killer body and NO KIDS or ex wives. I may also try to fit an afternoon date in on Sunday as well, because you know...go big or go home.
"Miz A, you are a playa!" ~ my sister
Yes. Yes, I am...but not by the Urban Dictionary, whose definition says "A male who uses women for sex or other favors usually by charming the girl till they fall in love with them. A lot of guys do this in order to be a "playa" cuz in our modern society it is (by idiotic dickheads) "cool" and "hip" to be labeled as a "playa". A female version of this would be slut." Wait? What?!
It's funny that I am playing the field as much as any guy out there, and I am labeled a slut, because I don't have a penis (that you know of! LOL). It's true that I have had a couple of one-night stands...but it's also true that I have held my vagina in high regard and have tried to find someone worthy of it's greatness. It sickens me that sexual labels are handed out like candy and often times, it's the women who a given a demeaning name. Labelers need to grow up and realize that women are sexual beings who should not be thumbed down!
However, that being said, I totally rejected someone based on their sexual background...or rather, the sexual background that he admitted to me...after I joked that I would go out with him for "research". Which included a stint as a Chippendale dancer. Naturally, because I've seen quite a bit of porn, my first question after that reveal was "So, have you ever had sex at a party in front of everyone?" The answer was a YES - in capitals. With an explanation about how exciting it was, followed by a picture of his cock (which wasn't that impressive) and an explicit proposition. I'm pretty sure that he probably has a video of himself somewhere on the internet, and who knows, I may have seen it. Too forward, too creepy, too dangerous for me.
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