Good news -- I have adequately recovered from my pisser attitude and am feeling more upbeat about things. There is a good chance that a cocktail with a friend in the near summer heat last night was just the cure I needed.
Skinny man continues to send me weird emails that say things like -- "I am free Sunday, call me," even though we still haven't spoken, nor has he called ME. Okay that's fine. I'll call but I'm getting a little tired of the freakin' constant e-mailing when he has my number.
On other fronts, I actually spoke with The Wrestler. Nooooo. YES! Noooo. YES! Yes I have and it's a spring time miracle I tell you. He called me from his car running errands yesterday (awww how sweet). The first thing he said was "oh I didn't think I'd get you." I love that. Way to make a girl feel wanted. Then he talked all spazzy like maybe he had one to many lattes or smoked some crack before leaving the house. You know, when people you don't know talk about the details of their lives in a weird sort of inapproriate way? Too much info, but hey, whatever, I have as big a mouth as the next guy. I took the plunge and invited him for a cocktail but he had rehearsal bc apparently he is an actor. Bummer. He didn't commit to another time to meet but said he'd call me soon. I'm getting the sense that he may be nice and is definitely fun, but he has a life that really doesn't leave room for anything else. We'll see. OH, and note my thoughts about him in The Roster post -- he mentioned how broke he is about 4 times in 10 minutes. God I have honed my boy-evaluating skills so well that I know what their deal is before they can say it. I'm impressing even myself.
So some other cute boys came out of the woodwork today, and once I am done talking to myself here, I'll respond to their inquiries. One of them "The Lawyer," is this guy who had been winking at me and all kinds of crap like that back when I did Match ages ago...I cannot remember why we never spoke but I think I found him boring. ANYway, he found me again and wrote to me today. After meeting all of those live-with-their-mothers-cat-men, he's looking pretty good. Did I mention he is a lawyer? I'm no money grubber, but he has his own practice and a house in Rockport at the beach. This type is perfect for my desires to stay home with my kids, start writing, become a teacher, and basically enjoy my life -- oh, and have a nice house and white picket fence, of COURSE. Problem is that this type is usually a little dry and boring. Regardless, he got my digits today and we'll talk. I LIKE that because all of these other guys are like type, text, type, text, type, text, blah blah blah. I could die of old age before they pick up their fucking phones. Oh man, it's the typing and texting that's making me mad!!!
Think happy thoughts. I will speak with The Lawyer, and his voice will be lovely (not all screechy or high - ick). He will have good energy and want to meet me. Yep, that's the ticket. No more email tag for me!
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
The Roster
It's the end of the week and I wanted to take inventory of the Match.com dating roster as it stands. We have:
Skinny Man -- older man who asked me out yesterday for today. I sent him my number and now I have not heard back. Why would he ask me out then not follow-through? Hmph. Red flag.
The Wrestler -- smidge older than me. This guy is sort of wacky but I like him. He was once on the road to becoming a professional wrestler! Who does that? Found out yesterday that he has a whole site of his own and apparently wants to be an actor or something. Red flag -- this guy could be completely broke...keep an eye out. At least he doesn't live with his mother or have cats. I will allow myself to imagine him becoming famous, and me, his wife of course, will be rich. Faaaantastic.
The Lurker -- This guy is older and he's been "winking" at me for 6 months. Finally I wrote back and he asked me out. Bata bang Bata Boom! Just like that. Waiting for him to send his phone number so we can chat. This guy has very little to say by email, so he is suspect because I don't know anything about him! He's a secret keeper, I can see it.
Oil Man -- guy works at his dad's oil company. That's fine, but his profile says "lives with family." RED FLAG. I'd put $100 on him living with them and his mom doing all of his laundry. No high expectations.
Let's hope there is someone normal in this group.
Skinny Man -- older man who asked me out yesterday for today. I sent him my number and now I have not heard back. Why would he ask me out then not follow-through? Hmph. Red flag.
The Wrestler -- smidge older than me. This guy is sort of wacky but I like him. He was once on the road to becoming a professional wrestler! Who does that? Found out yesterday that he has a whole site of his own and apparently wants to be an actor or something. Red flag -- this guy could be completely broke...keep an eye out. At least he doesn't live with his mother or have cats. I will allow myself to imagine him becoming famous, and me, his wife of course, will be rich. Faaaantastic.
The Lurker -- This guy is older and he's been "winking" at me for 6 months. Finally I wrote back and he asked me out. Bata bang Bata Boom! Just like that. Waiting for him to send his phone number so we can chat. This guy has very little to say by email, so he is suspect because I don't know anything about him! He's a secret keeper, I can see it.
Oil Man -- guy works at his dad's oil company. That's fine, but his profile says "lives with family." RED FLAG. I'd put $100 on him living with them and his mom doing all of his laundry. No high expectations.
Let's hope there is someone normal in this group.
Text or Next?
Alllrighty. I feel like maybe I am getting old, or somehow I am not keeping up with Kardashians, but really, what is the deal with texting? I mean, I get it -- another way to send messages to friends, and I use it in this way. If you ask me though, texting is for quick notes like "u looked hot today," "parking car b there soon," or my personal fave, "at the bar." What I cannot understand is why WHY WHY men want to text whole conversations with me.
Take a gentleman who was on the dating roster about a month ago, aka The Texter. I had been emailing for about a week, and was ready to move onto a real conversation, so I gave him my number. That night he texted me: Hi, how was your day? What R U doing this weekend? When should we meet?
Hmmmmm...I simply do NOT understand how I would be expected to respond. Staring into my litte phone and painstakingly typing my answer (because i don't do enough of that at work) is not how I want to spend my time when we could speak 10 times as fast. I say -- give me a call. I really don't like texting. Then, that evening, he texts AGAIN. No call. Then we have a series of dates and he disappears, which was fine with me at the time, only to reappear a month later, BY TEXT. Now really though? WTF? I said give me a call, and he just kept texting.
Maybe it's me, but I hate it. I hate text. When that is the only way you communicate, consider yourself stunted in the area of communication. Needless to say, I did not see The Texter again. NEXT! For the love of god NEXT.
Take a gentleman who was on the dating roster about a month ago, aka The Texter. I had been emailing for about a week, and was ready to move onto a real conversation, so I gave him my number. That night he texted me: Hi, how was your day? What R U doing this weekend? When should we meet?
Hmmmmm...I simply do NOT understand how I would be expected to respond. Staring into my litte phone and painstakingly typing my answer (because i don't do enough of that at work) is not how I want to spend my time when we could speak 10 times as fast. I say -- give me a call. I really don't like texting. Then, that evening, he texts AGAIN. No call. Then we have a series of dates and he disappears, which was fine with me at the time, only to reappear a month later, BY TEXT. Now really though? WTF? I said give me a call, and he just kept texting.
Maybe it's me, but I hate it. I hate text. When that is the only way you communicate, consider yourself stunted in the area of communication. Needless to say, I did not see The Texter again. NEXT! For the love of god NEXT.
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