If by ‘job’ I mean a low paying, time consuming, frustrating and disappointing way to spend my time. Only, let’s be honest, I was more jovial, conversational and a hell of a lot less awkward than most of them were. Well, actually 2, but you all don’t know about the other one. It just didn’t register as quickly because I didn’t make a complete fool out of myself with him. A man that I have wanted to ask me out for over a week. I’m allowing myself that….can’t end well 😉 He truly was. He is a very kind man who has had women take advantage of him in the past. I’ve had several long term relationships in my life.
With a man that I have been messaging with for 2 weeks, which I normally won’t do.
I prefer to set expectations low and be pleasantly surprised than than to get excited and ultimately disappointed. That I would run far and fast rather than stay and turn into the crazed nut-bag that I have proven myself to be when I liked someone. Yes, believe it or not, I have some significant walls built up around me that it would take the most patient of men to penetrate. And even at that, there are many many things that I don’t even share on here. Not that the women were so shitty, but that he didn’t see them coming from a mile a way. While not being a raging liberal, we definitely have some differing views. Do I think it might be fun to have a faceless ‘fling’? The recap of my date from last night will have to wait while I continue to overthink the offhanded comment made by my friend and proceed to write another annoyingly introspective post that isn’t in the least bit interesting or entertaining. For those of you that actually have a life and have not been with me since the beginning of this, what I hoped would be, short lived blog over the past 7 years (that honestly just hurt me to type that), here’s a quick recap of all things Grey Goose. It’s been a very long time since a handsome man sidled up next to me at a bar, or on the street and struck up a conversation.
But does it really count as ‘dating’ if I only meet each man once? I think it counts as 8 (well 9 by the time this publishes) men that I’ve met. 9 men that have screened me to see if I would meet their requirements for a future whatever. I went into each date with fairly low expectations. I was excited about meeting the 1st one but could tell pretty much off the bat that there was nothing there. I didn’t think there was anything there on his part and then, surprise! Too bad it was more of a booty call interest than a dating one. A man that writes me long messages, has a killer vocabulary (I find that a huge turn on – yes, I’m still a nerd at heart) and who just seems nice. There is less of a chance that they will turn into assholes and play mind games. I swore I would run the other direction if I met someone that I had chemistry with. He was polite and complimentary and even brought me a gift. He has traditional values, is respectful and kind and not only asked me some really interesting questions, but listened for the answers. It deflects from my dates asking me anything personal. He told me the stories and I honestly couldn’t believe it. Might be fun to try and then if I chicken out, who cares? ’ has not been responded to yet as the prudish side of me wonders if he is about to send me something filthy. And, for those of you that don’t suffer from the amazingly exhausting and annoying affliction of overthinking things, you’re welcome for the peek into my brain. Hey, I’m just as surprised as you are that there is a part 2 to this. Most of them were not, upon looking back, good ones. Somewhere along the way I began to believe what they told me instead of what I knew to be true. It hasn’t been since my 20s that I have met and dated men ‘organically’.
This is one of my all time favorite blog posts from waaaaay back in 2011 when I used to be able to write in an entertaining fashion and had high hopes of meeting my ‘one’ soon. I shudder to think what my numbers are now, 7 years later. We ‘chatted’ for a couple short messages, then he asked to meet. I can finally tell if Tinder is the skanky hook up site that it was in my old town.
For everyone mucking through the sometimes I met my 1st Tinder guy on Friday. As we all know, I have swiped more left than right.
I decided to tell everyone that made fun of me in the past to, quite literally, fuck off.
He has been on Tinder for 6 months and I am the 1st woman he’s met (lucky him). While he looked just like his photo and wasn’t a bad looking man, he was exactly 4 inches shorter than me and about 50 lbs lighter in stature. Do you all know what my measure is to see if there could ever be anything long lasting?
While he said that the complete physical mismatch didn’t bother him, it does me. What I didn’t know was that they are both still married. Then tells me that he is ‘in the process of being single’.
Depression, suicide, drug abuse, jail and psychiatric medications are all more common in populations of children raised by single mothers. journalid=37&articleid=107§ionid=692 Ladies, this is why abortion exists!
Children of single mothers do poorly on every imaginable scale: they have more emotional problems, experience more stress, are more likely to grow up poor, they have lower educational achievements and experience way more behavioral problems than children who grow up with married parents.