Men have come and gone, but some are like fruit flies - resilient little boogers that will WILL NOT go away. And, I seem to be the sickingly sweet nectar they are attracted to. HA!
The Pube Nazi. Our first, and only real-life meeting was in June, not long after I started into the realm of on-line dating. He texted me again shortly after telling me that we weren't a match because of my chosen down-there hair style. Although I have not had the crazy, mind-blowing sex that I joked I would have with him...I still get little text messages from him at least once a week. I usually reply back with something cute or smart, just enough to keep him entertained. That hook I have into him must hurt by now.
Our last interaction was today:
Pube Nazi: I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Maybe this week we can go out to dinner and you can see the new house.
Me: My holiday was lovely. Thank you for asking - that's so sweet. I still can't move from all of the food that went into my belly.
Pube Nazi: LOL. I can't eat that much.
Me: Why?! Are you on a diet?
Pube Nazi: Trying to keep my girlish figure.
Me: That is such a manly statement, I don't even have any kind of reply.
Pube Nazi: I know all the right things to say.
Indeed. I'll let the conversation fizzle out at that. I have no intention of seeing him again, but I'm (oddly) enjoying this game we seem to be playing. I must say though, he is one of the most strikingly good looking people I have ever laid eyes on, so it is kind of a shame.
The Fucktard. Oh Fucktard...you REALLY didn't play your cards right. The dual personality is such a turn off, as is the passive aggressive behavior that you've displayed recently. I did not let him help me move, even though I thought about it long and hard. Several weeks ago, he started stalking my profile, sending me ":)" and ";)" via the email system. Not much to respond to, buddy. So, I've ignored...I mean, if you can't put a sentence together - why should I be bothered? About a week ago I got this: "So, you obviously don't want me the way that I want you. I've tried so hard to get your attention and start over. Please contact me!" A-huh.
Mr. 1%. I thought I made it clear that I was not interested in your brand of Republican'ism? Stop. Please. Mr. 1% has updated me on all the new and "interesting" things in his daily life since our date. I have seen pictures of his Christmas tree, his favorite ornament and the new cocktail that he created...he also sent me descriptive texts about his Thanksgiving meal, his last workout and his plans for this evening (take out, beer and football). In none of those messages did he ask a single thing about myself. He just really, really digs himself!
One of these days, I will write about the Morsel Guy. He was a Craigslist find and recently started contacting me again - but he's being very subtle about it - so I'm letting that train wreck play out.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
"I'm perfect."
Never did two words send such a horrid chill down my spine as those two did tonight. "I'm perfect."
Perfect for what?! For yourself? For the world? For all of the throes of women batting down your door? You've been single how long? Oh, 8 years...yeah...well, chances are - YOU'RE NOT PERFECT!
And why exactly did I agree to go on a date with you?!
Yes - the date started out by the guy telling me he was perfect. I actually tried to counter balance, asking him if he meant perfectly imperfect. Nope. He has his shit together, lives a wonderful life and is PERFECT. And, here Mr. Perfect are the reasons you are not perfect, from a woman batty enough not to catch on to the warning signs beforehand:
1. You have bad teeth...unless you live in England, that's not allowed.
2. You have two earrings, and you wear hoops.
3. You shoo'ed the waitress.
4. You walked out on your girlfriend without giving her a reason or a response. (Interesting share, no?)
5. You couldn't read my body language AT ALL.
6. You couldn't remember something I had repeated twice.
7. You talked over me.
8. You were late.
9. You don't drink. (Avoid people who don't drink!!!)
10. You told me that I was going to hell for saying that drinking a glass of wine with dinner is OK.
11. You insulted me no less than 5 times about my upbringing, my job choice, my lack of a formal education, my musical abilities and my choice of a hot chocolate over coffee.
12. You started arguing with me over my opinion of not wanting to have children until I was in a stable, committed relationship - or ever.
I'm sure that if I spent more than 20 minutes with him, I could have more to add to the list - but after giving him several chances at redeeming himself, *I* decided that I didn't like his style of "perfect" and walked out.
I need a new list of questions to ask before meeting someone because something is getting lost in translation here....or I really am a huge loser magnet!
Perfect for what?! For yourself? For the world? For all of the throes of women batting down your door? You've been single how long? Oh, 8 years...yeah...well, chances are - YOU'RE NOT PERFECT!
And why exactly did I agree to go on a date with you?!
Yes - the date started out by the guy telling me he was perfect. I actually tried to counter balance, asking him if he meant perfectly imperfect. Nope. He has his shit together, lives a wonderful life and is PERFECT. And, here Mr. Perfect are the reasons you are not perfect, from a woman batty enough not to catch on to the warning signs beforehand:
1. You have bad teeth...unless you live in England, that's not allowed.
2. You have two earrings, and you wear hoops.
3. You shoo'ed the waitress.
4. You walked out on your girlfriend without giving her a reason or a response. (Interesting share, no?)
5. You couldn't read my body language AT ALL.
6. You couldn't remember something I had repeated twice.
7. You talked over me.
8. You were late.
9. You don't drink. (Avoid people who don't drink!!!)
10. You told me that I was going to hell for saying that drinking a glass of wine with dinner is OK.
11. You insulted me no less than 5 times about my upbringing, my job choice, my lack of a formal education, my musical abilities and my choice of a hot chocolate over coffee.
12. You started arguing with me over my opinion of not wanting to have children until I was in a stable, committed relationship - or ever.
I'm sure that if I spent more than 20 minutes with him, I could have more to add to the list - but after giving him several chances at redeeming himself, *I* decided that I didn't like his style of "perfect" and walked out.
I need a new list of questions to ask before meeting someone because something is getting lost in translation here....or I really am a huge loser magnet!
I'm about ready to stereotype all finance guys...like I do accountants!
Over the last several months of dating, I've been out with a number of guys who work in "finance." Finance is such a loosely used term. I mean, it could mean banking (as in...I'm a teller!), or investments, financial planning, insurance and even real estate. In the realm of *my* dating, when I've met someone in finance, I usually get a guy who is not only full of himself, arrogant and rude, but also incredibly boring and sometimes a little creepy (referencing this post, date #1). It's very hard not to remind some people that everyone's shit stinks.
(I must say though...the one who slipped through my fingers was an investment broker. Its funny because life got in the way of us connecting. His friend committed suicide and he became very introverted afterwards - and it's such a shame, because I think about him from time to time. I may have just peeked at his facebook profile too. Shhhhh....don't tell.)
My last date with a guy in finance didn't go very well.
In fact, my eyes may still have that glassed over look to them because I feel like I'm still recovering.
He was late. STRIKE ONE. He lied about his height. STRIKE TWO. And, he proceeded to talk about himself, politics, the economy, health care and the 1%, and why they shouldn't have to pay taxes, for over an hour. STRIKE THREE!!! I'm not afraid of hot button issues, but wowza. About 10 minutes into the conversation, he very smugly asked me if I knew who "owned" the Federal Reserve - probably because he wanted to prove how smart he was. My response, as dead-panned as possible, was "The Federal Reserve is a private entity run by Ben Bernanki." Silence on his end followed by a "Yes. You're right."
Yeah. I know. I'm not the idiot that you thought I was...and if you tried speaking to me, you might actually see that. And yet, even with the outward change in my body language and the fact that I was staring at the clock, he still didn't let up on being a self-absorbed douchebag. At one point, the female bartender came over and put another blue moon in front of me. I looked at her questionably and whispered "I didn't order this." She replied with "I know honey. But you need it...and it's on me."
Rolling. On. The. Floor. Laughing!
After the hour-long monologue, Mr. Finance then got out of his seat, but his hand on my knee and asked me what I would think if he asked me back to his house.
"I thought we were on the same page when I was thinking that we weren't really feeling each other."
Then, the excuses started: he broke his own rule of talking more than he listened; he's a really nice guy if I just gave him a chance; he didn't want to push too fast...just a drink on the couch and no hanky-panky; girls need to relax a little and not judge every guy on the "relationship scale"; oh, I'm not saying you're basing your decision on the relationship scale; I think you're pretty and maybe we can go on another date...etc. Again, I didn't get to say a word during any of that portion of the date either. However I did get up, put my coat on and walk towards the door, with him at my heels. Are you sure you won't change your mind? I'm really great in bed. You won't be disappointed.
"You get to your car in safe manner. It was nice to meet you. Best of luck on your future endeavors."
The End. Or so I thought...unfortunately, he knows my number and how to text. A lot. What really sucks about the whole thing is that I met him at my favorite bar and now I'm afraid to go back there!
(I must say though...the one who slipped through my fingers was an investment broker. Its funny because life got in the way of us connecting. His friend committed suicide and he became very introverted afterwards - and it's such a shame, because I think about him from time to time. I may have just peeked at his facebook profile too. Shhhhh....don't tell.)
My last date with a guy in finance didn't go very well.
In fact, my eyes may still have that glassed over look to them because I feel like I'm still recovering.
He was late. STRIKE ONE. He lied about his height. STRIKE TWO. And, he proceeded to talk about himself, politics, the economy, health care and the 1%, and why they shouldn't have to pay taxes, for over an hour. STRIKE THREE!!! I'm not afraid of hot button issues, but wowza. About 10 minutes into the conversation, he very smugly asked me if I knew who "owned" the Federal Reserve - probably because he wanted to prove how smart he was. My response, as dead-panned as possible, was "The Federal Reserve is a private entity run by Ben Bernanki." Silence on his end followed by a "Yes. You're right."
Yeah. I know. I'm not the idiot that you thought I was...and if you tried speaking to me, you might actually see that. And yet, even with the outward change in my body language and the fact that I was staring at the clock, he still didn't let up on being a self-absorbed douchebag. At one point, the female bartender came over and put another blue moon in front of me. I looked at her questionably and whispered "I didn't order this." She replied with "I know honey. But you need it...and it's on me."
Rolling. On. The. Floor. Laughing!
After the hour-long monologue, Mr. Finance then got out of his seat, but his hand on my knee and asked me what I would think if he asked me back to his house.
"I thought we were on the same page when I was thinking that we weren't really feeling each other."
Then, the excuses started: he broke his own rule of talking more than he listened; he's a really nice guy if I just gave him a chance; he didn't want to push too fast...just a drink on the couch and no hanky-panky; girls need to relax a little and not judge every guy on the "relationship scale"; oh, I'm not saying you're basing your decision on the relationship scale; I think you're pretty and maybe we can go on another date...etc. Again, I didn't get to say a word during any of that portion of the date either. However I did get up, put my coat on and walk towards the door, with him at my heels. Are you sure you won't change your mind? I'm really great in bed. You won't be disappointed.
"You get to your car in safe manner. It was nice to meet you. Best of luck on your future endeavors."
The End. Or so I thought...unfortunately, he knows my number and how to text. A lot. What really sucks about the whole thing is that I met him at my favorite bar and now I'm afraid to go back there!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
The 8 month blow off
I started my quest for love via internet dating (laugh along with me, please!) in March 2011. On my first day on line, this guy started chatting with me. The conversation wasn't deep, it wasn't sexual - it just...was. Although I like to keep my profile somewhat vague, his was even more vague. No useful information what-so-ever. He doesn't live anywhere near my town, but travels in for work a couple times a month. That immediately sent a red flag up, and thus began the 8-month excuse parade.
It almost became a game.
On Monday morning, he'd message me and ask me if I wanted to get dinner. A couple of hours later I would reply with one of my planned excuses:
1-3. Work event and/or working late/early morning
4. Family dinner/party
5. Previous plans with friends
6. Car problems
7. Sick pets
8. Board Meeting
9. Upset stomach
10. Dating someone (such a lie, but it works!)
11. The President will be on TV
12. Yoga/Gym time
13. Someones coming over to fix my insert item here
14. The weather is supposed to be bad
15. I didn't shower today
And even with that ridiculousness, he still continued to contact me. For 8 months he took the rejection like a man and it didn't phase him. How could I be such a bitch when all he wanted was to sit down and have a beer? So, I finally agreed.
Then, I got really nervous. I made this guy wait 8 months for a fucking meeting!!! For 8 months he put me on a pedestal and now *he* would be the one judging *me* and my personality! What if I made him wait that long and I didn't live up to his standards? What a waste of time on his part...for some reason, thinking that I was the cause of making someone waste time really got to me. All I could do was be myself. Novel thinking, eh?
And it was great.
Hmmmmmm...what was that Miz Adventures?
I said the date was great. God damn it!
I got to the bar a little early, started a tab and ordered a Guinness. About two minutes after my drink arrived, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around slowly and there he stood - like a prince off his stallion. It was one of those rare times when I was pleasantly surprised that the guy was actually much better looking than his picture would indicate. When he sat down, I really got to take a good look at him. Strong jaw, nice eyes, really nice mouth, wide shoulders, thick arms...probably about 6'1''. He wore a baseball cap that I assumed was hiding a bit of a receding hairline (and I was right - but not anything that made me gasp). He also dressed well, smelled nice and had on new shoes.
He made me belly laugh and provided simple gestures that made me smile, like when he asked to look at my ring then held my hand for a second longer than I expected. Throughout the conversation, we physically grew closer and closer until our legs touched and our body language provided just enough of a barrier to keep the bartender and other bar patrons away. He told me that he knew he had to meet me when I said "it's a shit show" describing a part of our town.
At the end of the night he walked me to my car.
I can't believe that I was so stubborn about meeting him, but really - a 2 hour drive is a long distance. I asked him when he would be in the area again and it won't be until after Thanksgiving. I'm disappointed...but I can't act like it because I'm trying to just be cool and go with the flow. He's a great guy, and totally my type. For the time being, we have a standing date for whenever he's in town next.
I'm going to try to remain realistic and treat this whole thing with caution because he did truly have a great time with him.
It almost became a game.
On Monday morning, he'd message me and ask me if I wanted to get dinner. A couple of hours later I would reply with one of my planned excuses:
1-3. Work event and/or working late/early morning
4. Family dinner/party
5. Previous plans with friends
6. Car problems
7. Sick pets
8. Board Meeting
9. Upset stomach
10. Dating someone (such a lie, but it works!)
11. The President will be on TV
12. Yoga/Gym time
13. Someones coming over to fix my insert item here
14. The weather is supposed to be bad
15. I didn't shower today
And even with that ridiculousness, he still continued to contact me. For 8 months he took the rejection like a man and it didn't phase him. How could I be such a bitch when all he wanted was to sit down and have a beer? So, I finally agreed.
Then, I got really nervous. I made this guy wait 8 months for a fucking meeting!!! For 8 months he put me on a pedestal and now *he* would be the one judging *me* and my personality! What if I made him wait that long and I didn't live up to his standards? What a waste of time on his part...for some reason, thinking that I was the cause of making someone waste time really got to me. All I could do was be myself. Novel thinking, eh?
And it was great.
Hmmmmmm...what was that Miz Adventures?
I said the date was great. God damn it!
I got to the bar a little early, started a tab and ordered a Guinness. About two minutes after my drink arrived, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around slowly and there he stood - like a prince off his stallion. It was one of those rare times when I was pleasantly surprised that the guy was actually much better looking than his picture would indicate. When he sat down, I really got to take a good look at him. Strong jaw, nice eyes, really nice mouth, wide shoulders, thick arms...probably about 6'1''. He wore a baseball cap that I assumed was hiding a bit of a receding hairline (and I was right - but not anything that made me gasp). He also dressed well, smelled nice and had on new shoes.
He made me belly laugh and provided simple gestures that made me smile, like when he asked to look at my ring then held my hand for a second longer than I expected. Throughout the conversation, we physically grew closer and closer until our legs touched and our body language provided just enough of a barrier to keep the bartender and other bar patrons away. He told me that he knew he had to meet me when I said "it's a shit show" describing a part of our town.
At the end of the night he walked me to my car.
I can't believe that I was so stubborn about meeting him, but really - a 2 hour drive is a long distance. I asked him when he would be in the area again and it won't be until after Thanksgiving. I'm disappointed...but I can't act like it because I'm trying to just be cool and go with the flow. He's a great guy, and totally my type. For the time being, we have a standing date for whenever he's in town next.
I'm going to try to remain realistic and treat this whole thing with caution because he did truly have a great time with him.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I thought that having a guy proof and make changes to my profile would magically make the dating...better.
Several weeks ago, I spied a hilarious interview that fellow blogger Sophie did with a gentleman named Arlequin. I thought I would ask Arlequin for some help on my internet dating profile, since what I have on there didn't seem to be doing me much good. We emailed back and forth. I revealed my identity. (Yikes!) He, kindly gave me some genuine feedback which I gladly accepted. I will say that I am not surprised that he thought I should change my picture to one that had my boobs on display!
After taking out some of my interests - "Who are you trying to attract, a woman?" - and spicing up the body of the profile with a "call to action," I unveiled the new profile for interested men.
It's hasn't done a lick of good!
My first date was with a guy who reminded me of a young John Lennon, minus the long hair. We chatted for a couple of days and then he very spur of the moment asked if I was free one night - that he wanted to buy me dinner and drinks. We chose a sports bar and met up. During the entire date, he stared at me. I totally didn't realize that I had entered a staring competition! I tried to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and telling stories, but all he did was stare. Finally, after our bill was settled I got up to leave, and he said "So...do you want to go back to your place and fuck?"
Um...no. You are a creeper. And who asks a woman that?!
Funny part in that whole story is that my phone then decided that it should suggest that I should be friends with this guy on facebook, so after knowing only his first name I then got a glimpse into why he didn't reveal (and I didn't ask) what his last name is. Tinkler. As in, taking a tinkle. The funniest part is that his first name is another word for the part that guys hold while taking a tinkle! That pretty much explains why this kid has such problems. He must have very hateful parents.
Second date was with a guy who claimed to be a photographer at our local paper. He showed up on our date with his wedding ring on display. Super! Hearing him explain his reasoning, after I called him out on it, (his wife left him 2 years ago and his daughter thinks it's his fault, so he still wears his ring for her) sent douche chills down my spine. Luckily, I didn't have to make up an excuse to leave because we had planned this date around his son's wrestling match that night, so I knew I would only have to suffer for an hour. He proceeded to take the ring off and put it in his pocket, even after I told him that he didn't have to - I mean, when you return home after your date, and you've lost your wedding ring, you will certainly be forced to eat shit.
After saying "so long, have a great life" I continued to get emails from him into the wee hours of the morning that went unanswered on my end.
The next day, around lunchtime I got this from him, and I quote..."Hey listen. I had a great time and your such a great girl. I now realize that I am not ready to move on at this point. I may never be. I am sorry but I can not date any one at this time. I need to work out many issues in my life and I can not get involved with anyone. Take care and good luck. Your a great catch. Don't settle for just any guy!"
I immediately replied with "Hard to date anyone when you have a wife at home." As soon as I clicked the send button, the email bounced back to me with a MAILER-DAEMON failure saying the email was inactive. He then deleted his online profile. That's a lot of hoops to jump through just to try to cheat on your wife. You might as well just pay for a hooker. I'm not even too upset that I was lied to and all that bullshit - I'm much more angry about the fact that he thinks that I may "settle for just any guy." Dude, if that was the case then I'd probably be married with a bunch of kids right now, just like...ummm....YOU.
Third time's a charm? I'm totally using "air quotes" on this one, because it's hardly a "date" but for the sake of this "post," we'll just "call it that." After the married guy, I started chatting with some other dude who was closer to my age and had all the superficial requirements that I look for - tall, dark, successful. We spoke on the phone a couple of times and after a long day at work, he asked me to meet him out at Starbucks. I didn't want to. I hadn't showered that day and I really didn't feel like socializing, but he was persistent about wanting to meet me, so I quickly showered, got my act together and put on a happy face. He was waiting in his car (a Lexus) when I got there and got out to greet me in the parking lot.
The exchange went a little something like this:
Me: Hi xxx! Nice to meet you.
Him: You too...it's so great to now have a face to put with a name.
Me: So, do you want to go inside and get a coffee?
Him: I can not drink another cup of coffee today.
Me: (in my head) So, why the fuck did you ask me to come out tonight and waste my time?!
Him: I just wanted to see your face.
Me: OK then. I'm going to head home.
Him: Maybe we can get together on Tuesday and go out for a nice dinner.
Me: Yeah, we'll see.
Him: It was really nice to meet you.
Me: Yup.
I got back into my car, a mere 60 seconds later and drove home. No more than 3 minutes passed when I got a text from him asking if I wanted to come over his house to watch a movie. I declined. He responded that he thought I was pretty, but he didn't want to invest any more time in chatting without seeing if I actually represented myself correctly.
I get it. I really do. I remember how I felt when I met that guy who misrepresented himself so severely that I almost threw up in my mouth. But, if I passed your little attractiveness test, then you should have just agreed to go inside the coffee shop for a few moments to get to know me a little better! Instead, you were looking for some kind of messed up booty call.
As much as I would like to say that I am done with internet dating, I still have the hope that someone will come into my life and surprise the hell out of me. Until then, I have two words that keep me going...BLOG FODDER.
Oh, and I changed my profile again to reflect more about me and my personality since trying it Arlequin's way was a huge fail. :)
After taking out some of my interests - "Who are you trying to attract, a woman?" - and spicing up the body of the profile with a "call to action," I unveiled the new profile for interested men.
It's hasn't done a lick of good!
My first date was with a guy who reminded me of a young John Lennon, minus the long hair. We chatted for a couple of days and then he very spur of the moment asked if I was free one night - that he wanted to buy me dinner and drinks. We chose a sports bar and met up. During the entire date, he stared at me. I totally didn't realize that I had entered a staring competition! I tried to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and telling stories, but all he did was stare. Finally, after our bill was settled I got up to leave, and he said "So...do you want to go back to your place and fuck?"
Um...no. You are a creeper. And who asks a woman that?!
Funny part in that whole story is that my phone then decided that it should suggest that I should be friends with this guy on facebook, so after knowing only his first name I then got a glimpse into why he didn't reveal (and I didn't ask) what his last name is. Tinkler. As in, taking a tinkle. The funniest part is that his first name is another word for the part that guys hold while taking a tinkle! That pretty much explains why this kid has such problems. He must have very hateful parents.
Second date was with a guy who claimed to be a photographer at our local paper. He showed up on our date with his wedding ring on display. Super! Hearing him explain his reasoning, after I called him out on it, (his wife left him 2 years ago and his daughter thinks it's his fault, so he still wears his ring for her) sent douche chills down my spine. Luckily, I didn't have to make up an excuse to leave because we had planned this date around his son's wrestling match that night, so I knew I would only have to suffer for an hour. He proceeded to take the ring off and put it in his pocket, even after I told him that he didn't have to - I mean, when you return home after your date, and you've lost your wedding ring, you will certainly be forced to eat shit.
After saying "so long, have a great life" I continued to get emails from him into the wee hours of the morning that went unanswered on my end.
The next day, around lunchtime I got this from him, and I quote..."Hey listen. I had a great time and your such a great girl. I now realize that I am not ready to move on at this point. I may never be. I am sorry but I can not date any one at this time. I need to work out many issues in my life and I can not get involved with anyone. Take care and good luck. Your a great catch. Don't settle for just any guy!"
I immediately replied with "Hard to date anyone when you have a wife at home." As soon as I clicked the send button, the email bounced back to me with a MAILER-DAEMON failure saying the email was inactive. He then deleted his online profile. That's a lot of hoops to jump through just to try to cheat on your wife. You might as well just pay for a hooker. I'm not even too upset that I was lied to and all that bullshit - I'm much more angry about the fact that he thinks that I may "settle for just any guy." Dude, if that was the case then I'd probably be married with a bunch of kids right now, just like...ummm....YOU.
Third time's a charm? I'm totally using "air quotes" on this one, because it's hardly a "date" but for the sake of this "post," we'll just "call it that." After the married guy, I started chatting with some other dude who was closer to my age and had all the superficial requirements that I look for - tall, dark, successful. We spoke on the phone a couple of times and after a long day at work, he asked me to meet him out at Starbucks. I didn't want to. I hadn't showered that day and I really didn't feel like socializing, but he was persistent about wanting to meet me, so I quickly showered, got my act together and put on a happy face. He was waiting in his car (a Lexus) when I got there and got out to greet me in the parking lot.
The exchange went a little something like this:
Me: Hi xxx! Nice to meet you.
Him: You too...it's so great to now have a face to put with a name.
Me: So, do you want to go inside and get a coffee?
Him: I can not drink another cup of coffee today.
Me: (in my head) So, why the fuck did you ask me to come out tonight and waste my time?!
Him: I just wanted to see your face.
Me: OK then. I'm going to head home.
Him: Maybe we can get together on Tuesday and go out for a nice dinner.
Me: Yeah, we'll see.
Him: It was really nice to meet you.
Me: Yup.
I got back into my car, a mere 60 seconds later and drove home. No more than 3 minutes passed when I got a text from him asking if I wanted to come over his house to watch a movie. I declined. He responded that he thought I was pretty, but he didn't want to invest any more time in chatting without seeing if I actually represented myself correctly.
I get it. I really do. I remember how I felt when I met that guy who misrepresented himself so severely that I almost threw up in my mouth. But, if I passed your little attractiveness test, then you should have just agreed to go inside the coffee shop for a few moments to get to know me a little better! Instead, you were looking for some kind of messed up booty call.
As much as I would like to say that I am done with internet dating, I still have the hope that someone will come into my life and surprise the hell out of me. Until then, I have two words that keep me going...BLOG FODDER.
Oh, and I changed my profile again to reflect more about me and my personality since trying it Arlequin's way was a huge fail. :)
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