I'm not in mourning because someone passed, but rather, something (apparently) passed. I met a guy on Match about a month ago. We exchanged some e-mails and eventually talked on the phone and arranged to meet up casually. The meeting went great - we were at the bar for 3½ hours. We walked to our cars and chatted a bit more, and then he put his arms around me and kissed me. A lot. I was bashful about it because a) there were people around (though not many) and b) because I just wasn't prepared for it. But I tried to go with the flow. Incidentally, there has been one other semi-major makeout session since then, but that was two weeks ago. He invited me out to hang out with him and his friends a couple days later, and I went. I figured that since he spends so much time with his friends (they get together at least twice a week on average), he probably wanted me to get to know them so I would be comfortable not only with him hanging out with them a lot (should we end up dating), but being around them often myself. They're cool guys, and as he later told me, they seem to have taken to me as well. Heh, not like they have much of a choice. Anyway, it has only been about three weeks since we first met up. I've spent a lot more time with him and his friends than I have with just him, although we did have a bit of a "date" Friday (movie, dinner, drinks, afterparty at the usual hangout). As that night was ending, he said several times that he'd had fun that day, and I told him I had as well. But instead of a real kiss, there was a light peck on the lips. We're talking basically no pressure - it was a brush, really. I tried again and got a better one, but I left feeling like it wasn't gonna happen, though I didn't want to admit it at the time.
The next night (last night), I opted to go out to hang out with him and some of his friends at the usual place. I got kind of frustrated at one point and almost left after one drink, way before anyone else was ready to leave. But I stayed, just to see what would happen if we all left at the same time. It was basically the same as always - short chat in the parking lot, somewhat awkward hug, no kiss. I went into the evening not expecting even a hug, so I wasn't horribly disappointed again, but I ended up talking to a guy friend about how I think it's probably time to throw in the towel on expecting a relationship. He was at least encouraging, to some degree - he told me not to throw it aside yet. We're supposed to have dinner together tonight, and I'm sure we'll discuss it further, but it may be in a reflecting sense. I woke up this morning feeling like something had passed... like I'd had a dating miscarriage. I'd been all happy that maybe something would happen, and last night was the point where it passed, so now I'm in a weepy, depressed state. I'm trying to get out of it while still being somewhat optimistic, because you never know what will happen, but I ain't bankin' on anything happening besides getting a few friends out of the deal. That's nice, but I didn't exactly join Match to meet friends, and I really like(d) this guy. I'm sure they'll be meeting up on Tuesday, as they always do, but I think I'll sit that one out. Maybe I'll sit out Saturday, too.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Not interested = no response
This is why I should not respond to any nuckfut I'm not interested if he e-mails me. Some guy on OKCupid e-mailed me a couple weeks ago and just asked me out - no "hey, how ya doing, here's what kind of guy I am" or anything. I didn't respond because I wasn't interested. Today, he e-mailed me again: "All you have to do is click, to see if we could tick?" So I took a look at his profile to be fair, and I clicked through some of the questions we'd both answered to see if there was anything glaring that we didn't match on. I came across a question about same-sex marriage - was it OK or not. The guy had chosen "All same-sex relationships are wrong." Bingo! That's a major point of contention, and since he had no religion/political affiliation listed (really, none of his "vitals" were filled out), I think I'd be fair in assuming that he's probably relatively conservative. Being that I'm pretty liberal, I think that would be a major dividing point, so I decided to be nice and respond to him to say that I didn't think we were a good match.
Me: Thank you for the e-mail, but I don't think we'd be a good match. Good luck in your search.
Him: You sound like you are trying to match two dogs together or something.
Me: What should I have said? It's not like I said, "I don't think we would mate well together." I don't think our interests and values are in tune. Would no response have been preferable?
Him: Makes me think that, we are two slabs of meat looking to get together. I have more to offer than most men. I have a heart that wants more than to get into someones pants that I meet on the computer!!
Me: I have no doubt that you are a sincere man looking for a sincere woman. Unfortunately, based on some of the answers to the questions we answered, I don't think that I am the woman you're looking for.
Him: I would never want a cookie cutter woman. I want someone that is different than me. I would want someone that is willing to open their heart and want me and the differences. Looking for someone that fits a perfect profile and says all I want to here, will never be what I would want in the long run. I know finding someone on the computer is a far reach, but i am not about to go to a bar and think of wanting someone to build a life with. The perfect person is god, not me or anyone I will find on a computer.
Me: Hopefully you will find her. Good luck.
If he responds again, I think I'll tell him that it's nothing personal, but he should learn to take "no" for an answer. And then he's getting blocked.
Me: Thank you for the e-mail, but I don't think we'd be a good match. Good luck in your search.
Him: You sound like you are trying to match two dogs together or something.
Me: What should I have said? It's not like I said, "I don't think we would mate well together." I don't think our interests and values are in tune. Would no response have been preferable?
Him: Makes me think that, we are two slabs of meat looking to get together. I have more to offer than most men. I have a heart that wants more than to get into someones pants that I meet on the computer!!
Me: I have no doubt that you are a sincere man looking for a sincere woman. Unfortunately, based on some of the answers to the questions we answered, I don't think that I am the woman you're looking for.
Him: I would never want a cookie cutter woman. I want someone that is different than me. I would want someone that is willing to open their heart and want me and the differences. Looking for someone that fits a perfect profile and says all I want to here, will never be what I would want in the long run. I know finding someone on the computer is a far reach, but i am not about to go to a bar and think of wanting someone to build a life with. The perfect person is god, not me or anyone I will find on a computer.
Me: Hopefully you will find her. Good luck.
If he responds again, I think I'll tell him that it's nothing personal, but he should learn to take "no" for an answer. And then he's getting blocked.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The latest MySpace message
I couldn't possibly make this sh*t up:
"you are like full moon in the sky, well what are you , well I take gods oath you are just mind blowing, fantastic, your hair are like that clouds are fallen on your shoulder, your eyes are like just glass full of wine of love, you are like that wine of love, your face is like a lake in which lotus flower is laughing, or my heart is like an musical instrument on which you are played like a sweet song, you are just like a dream poetry of a poet, your lips are red roses all the nature salutes you, as you are queen, in the world love and romance you are the rare masterpiece of nature beauty, my heart says again you are like full moon in the sky"
"you are like full moon in the sky, well what are you , well I take gods oath you are just mind blowing, fantastic, your hair are like that clouds are fallen on your shoulder, your eyes are like just glass full of wine of love, you are like that wine of love, your face is like a lake in which lotus flower is laughing, or my heart is like an musical instrument on which you are played like a sweet song, you are just like a dream poetry of a poet, your lips are red roses all the nature salutes you, as you are queen, in the world love and romance you are the rare masterpiece of nature beauty, my heart says again you are like full moon in the sky"
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Undateable
I was watching a show called Undateable on VH1 this evening. It's based on a book called Undateable: 311 Things Guys Do That Guarantee They Won't Be Dating or Having Sex by Ellen Rakieten and Anne Coyle. It was a RIOT. Thank God I haven't encountered too many men guilty of any of these crimes against women. Well, I only saw 40 out of the 100 worst ones, so I'm sure there have been some others I've been subjected to. But it started me thinking about what my own list of undateable qualities would include. Here's one: toilet paper. Keep plenty on hand, and do not steal it from your place of employment. My ex used to do that, and he ran out right before I got there once. I went to Kroger and bought him (well, ME) TP for 81¢, including tax. I even had to start keeping a roll in my trunk in case I went to his house, and he had run out again! I know guys can be cheap, and he took an abnormal amount of pride in being cheap, but geezus, who can't afford 81¢?! And seriously, what would he have done had he had to take a poo, and there was no paper? Wipe his ass with the pages of the precious log home magazines he was always making the O face over? I shudder to think.
And since we're talking bathroom courtesy, here's something that will probably gross everyone out and make them wonder why I stayed with my ex as long as I did. One of the first times I went over to his place, I had to use the loo, and the one downstairs was pretty much always nonfunctional, so I went to the one upstairs. Dumbass had gone #2 earlier and somehow FORGOT to flush. Yeah, that's a level of intimacy I *never* want to reach with any guy, ever again. I should've dumped his arse a lot sooner, no pun intended.
And since we're talking bathroom courtesy, here's something that will probably gross everyone out and make them wonder why I stayed with my ex as long as I did. One of the first times I went over to his place, I had to use the loo, and the one downstairs was pretty much always nonfunctional, so I went to the one upstairs. Dumbass had gone #2 earlier and somehow FORGOT to flush. Yeah, that's a level of intimacy I *never* want to reach with any guy, ever again. I should've dumped his arse a lot sooner, no pun intended.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Nigeria Scam of the Romance Realm
I'm not one to hang out on MySpace too much anymore (heh, who does?), but I do log in to check my e-mail and friend requests. These are three similar e-mails I received yesterday:
Subject: Hi
HELLO
how are you doing today?i cant help but to send you this message cos i think you are really cool and the kind of woman i would love to spend the rest of my life with,i am a cool,caring and understanding man who is looking for a life partner.i am mark brown and i am a contractor,am a native of America but am in Nigeria presently for contract purposes.i love reading,writing,walking on the beach,hanging out with friends.i am a very loving man and i believe strongly in love that is why am here online to look for my true love and i would really love us to get to know each other better cos i believe we can be a perfect ...if you don't mind,we can talk on yahoo messenger mark_brown_69@yahoo.com,you can add me up there.have a lovely day and i would be expecting a reply from you.thanks
(Heh - Nigeria! "Hello, I would like you to help me make a 'deposit' into the Bank of You.")
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Subject: hi cutie
I saw your profile and it caused and unusual impact, I am interested in you. You have such a beautiful profile. Have you found your lover? If you are still searching, I would like to know more about you, what motivates you? What makes your heart leap with passion? Love? Joy? I find your intelligence and beauty very exciting.Your profile compared to yours. I'm looking for a woman who wants to take the time to get to know me through email correspondence and an open sharing of the head and the heart first through email and Chatting online and then negotiating a meeting in person if we both remain interested. I am ready willing and able to venture forth on a journey that will leave the past behind while preserving the best memories and forgiving the ones that were hurtful and usually unintentional. I live life one day, one hour, one moment at a time. I want and need the healing power of love physically emotionally and spiritually.I live as if time were on fire and I believe that every day of the right relationship should be treated like the first day of our honeymoon. I want to share what I have with one special woman who will appreciate that I have a deep capacity to love that needs to be filled and fulfilled. We can't keep it unless we give it away. I am writing these thoughts as the flow into my head and my sense is that they are coming directly from my heart.I'm feeling very peaceful now and this seems like the appropriate place to stop. If for some reason we happen not to be right for each other, I wish you the best in your search.Moreover, I will like you to put a smile on my face by hearing back from you..this my email adress XXXXXXX@yahoo.com,feel free to send me mails or add me up on your im so we can chat.
Thinking of you
Ray
(Not searching, so this is all moot. Sorry, dude.)
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Subject: hello there
My name is Corey but my mom and some people call me (corey lit ),Am single man. I am new to this type of atmosphere in meeting people, I have only been a member for a couple days and and I Just wanted to know where this will lead to..I enjoyed reading your profile and it was so interesting and also got me stunned as well!! I would like to get to know you better. If you are serious about the type of Man you are looking for, please take the time to get to know me.I don't Care about the Age or Distance ,and I will Like to know More about a Woman Like you. May be you are the Angel Sent down from God... I will be Glad to hear back from you and Know more about you.. I do have alot of Pics to share with you But I dont like double dating and I dont like staying on the Website that Much... So I will be Glad if you can Email me Directly into my Personals
Email So we can talk much Better..... because as i know this will make our communication more complex and unique and it will help in photo sharing....So email me to or you can drop me your email address and i will email you.
XXXXXXX
at
ymail
dot
com
I cant wait to hear back from you..
Hope to hear back from you soon
(WTF is Ymail? Also, this guy's profile has been deleted. That's not suspicious at all, no sir.)
Here's a hint, guys. Some women are smart enough to realize when you're copying and pasting some spiel from either a) another e-mail you already sent to 1,000 women, or b) a dating site. If you really want her to respond, read her effing profile and comment on a thing or two on it.
Subject: Hi
HELLO
how are you doing today?i cant help but to send you this message cos i think you are really cool and the kind of woman i would love to spend the rest of my life with,i am a cool,caring and understanding man who is looking for a life partner.i am mark brown and i am a contractor,am a native of America but am in Nigeria presently for contract purposes.i love reading,writing,walking on the beach,hanging out with friends.i am a very loving man and i believe strongly in love that is why am here online to look for my true love and i would really love us to get to know each other better cos i believe we can be a perfect ...if you don't mind,we can talk on yahoo messenger mark_brown_69@yahoo.com,you can add me up there.have a lovely day and i would be expecting a reply from you.thanks
(Heh - Nigeria! "Hello, I would like you to help me make a 'deposit' into the Bank of You.")
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Subject: hi cutie
I saw your profile and it caused and unusual impact, I am interested in you. You have such a beautiful profile. Have you found your lover? If you are still searching, I would like to know more about you, what motivates you? What makes your heart leap with passion? Love? Joy? I find your intelligence and beauty very exciting.Your profile compared to yours. I'm looking for a woman who wants to take the time to get to know me through email correspondence and an open sharing of the head and the heart first through email and Chatting online and then negotiating a meeting in person if we both remain interested. I am ready willing and able to venture forth on a journey that will leave the past behind while preserving the best memories and forgiving the ones that were hurtful and usually unintentional. I live life one day, one hour, one moment at a time. I want and need the healing power of love physically emotionally and spiritually.I live as if time were on fire and I believe that every day of the right relationship should be treated like the first day of our honeymoon. I want to share what I have with one special woman who will appreciate that I have a deep capacity to love that needs to be filled and fulfilled. We can't keep it unless we give it away. I am writing these thoughts as the flow into my head and my sense is that they are coming directly from my heart.I'm feeling very peaceful now and this seems like the appropriate place to stop. If for some reason we happen not to be right for each other, I wish you the best in your search.Moreover, I will like you to put a smile on my face by hearing back from you..this my email adress XXXXXXX@yahoo.com,feel free to send me mails or add me up on your im so we can chat.
Thinking of you
Ray
(Not searching, so this is all moot. Sorry, dude.)
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Subject: hello there
My name is Corey but my mom and some people call me (corey lit ),Am single man. I am new to this type of atmosphere in meeting people, I have only been a member for a couple days and and I Just wanted to know where this will lead to..I enjoyed reading your profile and it was so interesting and also got me stunned as well!! I would like to get to know you better. If you are serious about the type of Man you are looking for, please take the time to get to know me.I don't Care about the Age or Distance ,and I will Like to know More about a Woman Like you. May be you are the Angel Sent down from God... I will be Glad to hear back from you and Know more about you.. I do have alot of Pics to share with you But I dont like double dating and I dont like staying on the Website that Much... So I will be Glad if you can Email me Directly into my Personals
Email So we can talk much Better..... because as i know this will make our communication more complex and unique and it will help in photo sharing....So email me to or you can drop me your email address and i will email you.
XXXXXXX
at
ymail
dot
com
I cant wait to hear back from you..
Hope to hear back from you soon
(WTF is Ymail? Also, this guy's profile has been deleted. That's not suspicious at all, no sir.)
Here's a hint, guys. Some women are smart enough to realize when you're copying and pasting some spiel from either a) another e-mail you already sent to 1,000 women, or b) a dating site. If you really want her to respond, read her effing profile and comment on a thing or two on it.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Owen!
Years ago, I was on Yahoo Messenger, and this guy found me online. We talked several times, and since he was coming up to Lexington for work, we decided to meet up for a beer. I wasn't attracted, based on the photo he'd sent, but I took a chance and met up with him anyway. After all, what did I have to lose? I wasn't attracted in person, either, and since he was in Owensboro, and I haven't gotten past the idea of long-distance dating (beyond maybe an 80-mile distance), I sent him to the proverbial left. I thought he would stay there, but I was wrong. He IMed today. Here's how it went. [My thoughts are in the brackets.]
OwenSBoro: hi how are u
Dana: ok
Dana: how are you?
OwenSBoro: good
OwenSBoro: ur in lexington right?
Dana: yes
OwenSBoro: u remember me?
OwenSBoro: it's ok if u don't
OwenSBoro: been a long time
OwenSBoro: i think we met like 4 years ago at Ocharleys
OwenSBoro: I"m neil in owensboro
Dana: yes, I remember
OwenSBoro: do u really
Dana: yes
Dana: I remember meeting at O'Charley's
[Really, it was the O'Charley's part that jogged my memory, not him.]
OwenSBoro: i enjoyed u very much, if i were closer i probally would of tried to date u
Dana: thanks
[Thank God for distance, so I didn't have to figure out how to get rid of him.]
OwenSBoro: u still single?
Dana: I've dated since then, but I am currently single
OwenSBoro: gotcha
OwenSBoro: got any new pics
Dana: no
[total lie - I'm always taking new photos]
OwenSBoro: can u email XXXXXX@yahoo.com
Dana: sorry
OwenSBoro: oh ok
OwenSBoro: u on facebook?
Dana: I'm actually happy being single
OwenSBoro: well that is good
OwenSBoro: i just got out of a relationship 4 months ago
OwenSBoro: and i'm happy too for now
Dana: you should be happy regardless :)
OwenSBoro: lol why?
Dana: because being in a relationship shouldn't be the reason you're happy
Dana: you should be happy anyway
OwenSBoro: oh i agree, but it is something i enjoy from time to time
OwenSBoro: miss the sex though
Dana: that sucks
OwenSBoro: yeah
Dana: there's more to life, though
OwenSBoro: lol, i know but it is hard when ur a guy
OwenSBoro: and u were getting some regualry for 2 yrs
Dana: I guess
OwenSBoro: lol, u don't think so
Dana: I plead the 5th
OwenSBoro: lol
OwenSBoro: u should still be in ur prime
OwenSBoro: do u have a freinds with benefits?
Dana: well, that's my business
OwenSBoro: ok i'll stop
Dana: thank you
OwenSBoro: uw
OwenSBoro: what is ur first name again
Dana: Dana
OwenSBoro: yeah
OwenSBoro: what do u do for a living
Dana: I work in billing
OwenSBoro: gotcha
OwenSBoro: what do u do for fun
Dana: reading, going to live shows
Dana: the usual
Dana: you?
OwenSBoro: love the outdoors, sports, stuff like going to movies
OwenSBoro: stuf like that
OwenSBoro: i remember u being highly attractive
Dana: thanks
OwenSBoro: ur welcome
OwenSBoro: so u wouldn't date if the right opprunutiy came up
OwenSBoro: or are u just not looking for that
[Sure I would, but I'm not out there, pounding the pavement, so to speak.]
Dana: looking for what?
OwenSBoro: looking for relationship?
Dana: I'm not, really
OwenSBoro: i gotcha
OwenSBoro: are u looking for anything?
OwenSBoro: freinds, freinds with beneftis, etc
Dana: no
OwenSBoro: gotcha
OwenSBoro: do i need to leave u alone?
Dana: no, but I'm leaving for lunch soon
OwenSBoro: oh ok
OwenSBoro: are u on facebook?
Dana: yes
OwenSBoro: what is ur last name
Dana: I'd rather not say
OwenSBoro: oh i'm sorry
OwenSBoro: not a stalker
Dana: I know
OwenSBoro: just wanted to see ur pic
Dana: why do you want to see it?
Dana: out of curiosity?
OwenSBoro: yes
Dana: no sense in seeing it if I'm not wanting to date :)
OwenSBoro: i know i just was curious
OwenSBoro: seeing how my memory was
OwenSBoro: lol
Dana: what do you remember me looking like?
OwenSBoro: lol
OwenSBoro: dark hair, very attracitve face
OwenSBoro: olive type skin
OwenSBoro: i remember thinking u were a goregous woman
[OK, so the guy may not have been attractive, but he's not stupid. ;)]
Dana: dark hair, yes, but I couldn't be more pale
OwenSBoro: who would age well, lol
Dana: guess the memory fades after time
OwenSBoro: is olive and pale not the same
[Scratch that "not stupid" comment.]
OwenSBoro: lol
Dana: no - olive is what Italian/Greek women are
OwenSBoro: oh
OwenSBoro: that is why i wanted to see a pic
Dana: oh well
OwenSBoro: lol
OwenSBoro: i don't wanna bother u dana
OwenSBoro: glad things are going well
Dana: thanks
Dana: hope you find someone soon
Dana: to date or otherwise
Dana: I'm going to head to lunch
Dana: have a good day
OwenSBoro: have a good one, good to talk to u again
[Sorry I can't say the same.]
Dana: bye
And then I blocked him. Now he's staying to the left, like he should have before.
OwenSBoro: hi how are u
Dana: ok
Dana: how are you?
OwenSBoro: good
OwenSBoro: ur in lexington right?
Dana: yes
OwenSBoro: u remember me?
OwenSBoro: it's ok if u don't
OwenSBoro: been a long time
OwenSBoro: i think we met like 4 years ago at Ocharleys
OwenSBoro: I"m neil in owensboro
Dana: yes, I remember
OwenSBoro: do u really
Dana: yes
Dana: I remember meeting at O'Charley's
[Really, it was the O'Charley's part that jogged my memory, not him.]
OwenSBoro: i enjoyed u very much, if i were closer i probally would of tried to date u
Dana: thanks
[Thank God for distance, so I didn't have to figure out how to get rid of him.]
OwenSBoro: u still single?
Dana: I've dated since then, but I am currently single
OwenSBoro: gotcha
OwenSBoro: got any new pics
Dana: no
[total lie - I'm always taking new photos]
OwenSBoro: can u email XXXXXX@yahoo.com
Dana: sorry
OwenSBoro: oh ok
OwenSBoro: u on facebook?
Dana: I'm actually happy being single
OwenSBoro: well that is good
OwenSBoro: i just got out of a relationship 4 months ago
OwenSBoro: and i'm happy too for now
Dana: you should be happy regardless :)
OwenSBoro: lol why?
Dana: because being in a relationship shouldn't be the reason you're happy
Dana: you should be happy anyway
OwenSBoro: oh i agree, but it is something i enjoy from time to time
OwenSBoro: miss the sex though
Dana: that sucks
OwenSBoro: yeah
Dana: there's more to life, though
OwenSBoro: lol, i know but it is hard when ur a guy
OwenSBoro: and u were getting some regualry for 2 yrs
Dana: I guess
OwenSBoro: lol, u don't think so
Dana: I plead the 5th
OwenSBoro: lol
OwenSBoro: u should still be in ur prime
OwenSBoro: do u have a freinds with benefits?
Dana: well, that's my business
OwenSBoro: ok i'll stop
Dana: thank you
OwenSBoro: uw
OwenSBoro: what is ur first name again
Dana: Dana
OwenSBoro: yeah
OwenSBoro: what do u do for a living
Dana: I work in billing
OwenSBoro: gotcha
OwenSBoro: what do u do for fun
Dana: reading, going to live shows
Dana: the usual
Dana: you?
OwenSBoro: love the outdoors, sports, stuff like going to movies
OwenSBoro: stuf like that
OwenSBoro: i remember u being highly attractive
Dana: thanks
OwenSBoro: ur welcome
OwenSBoro: so u wouldn't date if the right opprunutiy came up
OwenSBoro: or are u just not looking for that
[Sure I would, but I'm not out there, pounding the pavement, so to speak.]
Dana: looking for what?
OwenSBoro: looking for relationship?
Dana: I'm not, really
OwenSBoro: i gotcha
OwenSBoro: are u looking for anything?
OwenSBoro: freinds, freinds with beneftis, etc
Dana: no
OwenSBoro: gotcha
OwenSBoro: do i need to leave u alone?
Dana: no, but I'm leaving for lunch soon
OwenSBoro: oh ok
OwenSBoro: are u on facebook?
Dana: yes
OwenSBoro: what is ur last name
Dana: I'd rather not say
OwenSBoro: oh i'm sorry
OwenSBoro: not a stalker
Dana: I know
OwenSBoro: just wanted to see ur pic
Dana: why do you want to see it?
Dana: out of curiosity?
OwenSBoro: yes
Dana: no sense in seeing it if I'm not wanting to date :)
OwenSBoro: i know i just was curious
OwenSBoro: seeing how my memory was
OwenSBoro: lol
Dana: what do you remember me looking like?
OwenSBoro: lol
OwenSBoro: dark hair, very attracitve face
OwenSBoro: olive type skin
OwenSBoro: i remember thinking u were a goregous woman
[OK, so the guy may not have been attractive, but he's not stupid. ;)]
Dana: dark hair, yes, but I couldn't be more pale
OwenSBoro: who would age well, lol
Dana: guess the memory fades after time
OwenSBoro: is olive and pale not the same
[Scratch that "not stupid" comment.]
OwenSBoro: lol
Dana: no - olive is what Italian/Greek women are
OwenSBoro: oh
OwenSBoro: that is why i wanted to see a pic
Dana: oh well
OwenSBoro: lol
OwenSBoro: i don't wanna bother u dana
OwenSBoro: glad things are going well
Dana: thanks
Dana: hope you find someone soon
Dana: to date or otherwise
Dana: I'm going to head to lunch
Dana: have a good day
OwenSBoro: have a good one, good to talk to u again
[Sorry I can't say the same.]
Dana: bye
And then I blocked him. Now he's staying to the left, like he should have before.
Friday, February 26, 2010
♫ 'Cause he's a creep... he's a weirdo... ♫
I went to McCarthy's (Irish bar) for Norman's resurrection party. Norman is the wooden leprechaun that serves as a mascot for the Irish import store that my friend Liza owns. A couple months ago, someone hit an icy patch on the road, jumped the curb, and hit him, breaking him in half. They just got him fixed and repainted, so they were revealing the new Norman that night. I got a pint and mingled a bit for a while. When I was talking to my friend Teresa, I noticed this 40-something guy at the bar staring at me. STARING. No way was I gonna look at him. I finished my pint and went back for another. My big mistake was not going to the opposite end of the bar to get it. I went right for the open space in the middle, and he pounced as soon as I walked up there. "You are a beautiful woman… I could get lost in those eyes." I thanked him and tried my best to respond to his cheesy conversation without being rude (I really need to learn to nip those situations in the bud before they get to be out of control). He offered to buy my pint, and hey, who doesn't like a free drink, so I let him pay. Creepy Guy (henceforth known as CP) called the bartender (aka Sergeant Major, his name for him) over and got my drink. Once we both had drinks, he said, "Let's do the Statue of Liberty toast." It was something like "here's to those who came before us… blah blah blah, oohrah." That's right, kids… I found yet another ex-Marine. I told him I had dated one, and he asked how it went. I said, "Apparently not well, because we're not together anymore."
He started the gamut of questions: are you married, are you single, why on earth are you not dating anyone… he said guys today must be morons, and he announced that he was attracted by my "fuller figure." NOT a good way to get on my good side. I was already pretty put off, but when people point that out to me, and try to make it seem like they're doing me a favor by being among the perceived few who like fuller-figured women, I totally shut down. Again, this is a skill I clearly need work on. Anyway, he told me that his wife, a Navy nurse, had been killed in Afghanistan. I swear he said it had only been a few weeks, but that he had taken his wedding ring off that night because he felt it was "time to move on." He spoke fondly of her, but really, I didn't buy the story, even after he showed me her picture. He told me I reminded him of her. He told me about where he was from, what he did for a living, etc. He asked if I had ever been married and how many kids I wanted to have. I told him I didn't know if it was in the cards, and that I might never get married, and he asked if I wanted to. I said "probably" and he raised his hand to volunteer. He asked for my number, and I said, "How about you give me yours?" So he did. I fantasized about that scene in Swingers where Trent talks up the redhead at the party they go to, and as he's walking away, he tears the paper with her number on it in half.
He blathered about having tickets to go on some grandiose vacation to Amsterdam, then Poland, then Egypt, then Australia or something, and how he had an extra ticket and would be going in May, and how it would be great if I could go. Right about then, Teresa came over to tell me she was leaving, and that I should come take her chair, since my coat was on the back of it. She hugged me and said, "Do you need help getting away?" I said, "Yeah, that would be good." So she tried to push me more toward the chair, and I finally found some nards and said, "I'm gonna go over there and spend time with my friends." He finally "released" me, and I tried my best to steer clear of him all night, but he poked his nose into our fun a couple of times. And he stared more. And he interjected with, "Please call me… I hope you call me" several times, too. Eventually, the people around that table sauntered off, and I was left vulnerable again, so he came over and asked me if I liked the islands. I said, "Which ones?" He said, "Any of them… walk along the beach with me in your mind…" Then he committed a cardinal sin again: he said, "there are styles of swimwear out there that are very modest, very feminine, and very flattering to a fuller figure." You have no idea how mad I was that I didn't slug the guy or straight talk him. I'm too damn nice. I wouldn't have thrown my drink on him, though – cider is a terrible thing to waste. Again, I made nice conversation, until Liza, God bless her, came over to save me. She asked if I was all right, and for some stupid reason, I said, "yes." She kept asking, and CP said, "She's fine." Liza shot back, "I'm not talking to you! I'm talking to my girl friend." She told me to come over with her to the bar, and he said something else, to which she replied, "I'm out here having fun with my girl friends… she's coming over here." So I did, and I thanked her, and she told me about how creepy she thought he was.
I hung out with her and her buddy Patrick, who was an absolute riot. I spent some time talking to my friends Christy and Phil too, who are also hilarious. Phil told me even he was creeped out by CP, and that's pretty bad for a guy to be creeped out by another guy. I tried to work it so I was never left alone. Christy noticed him staring at me again a while later. They decided around 11 to take off, and since I'd already had a pint more than I had anticipated, I decided to exit stage left with them. I was tired of fending him off, and I told Liza that as I was leaving. She said, in classic Liza form, "If you want to stay, stay! Don't let him ruin your fun! Just knee him in the balls and tell him you're not interested, no ifs, ands, or fuckin' buts!" I laughed and told her I was about ready to head out anyway, regardless. He saw that I was leaving, and he asked if I was parked in a well-lit area. I assured him that I was, and that I had someone to walk to my car with me, and he leaned over to them and said, "Take care of my treasure." I was really done at that point. Christy, Phil and I made our way out and walked up the hill, and we parted ways. That's about all that I haven't blocked out. I wish I could have found a way to work in a fart with a prize.
He started the gamut of questions: are you married, are you single, why on earth are you not dating anyone… he said guys today must be morons, and he announced that he was attracted by my "fuller figure." NOT a good way to get on my good side. I was already pretty put off, but when people point that out to me, and try to make it seem like they're doing me a favor by being among the perceived few who like fuller-figured women, I totally shut down. Again, this is a skill I clearly need work on. Anyway, he told me that his wife, a Navy nurse, had been killed in Afghanistan. I swear he said it had only been a few weeks, but that he had taken his wedding ring off that night because he felt it was "time to move on." He spoke fondly of her, but really, I didn't buy the story, even after he showed me her picture. He told me I reminded him of her. He told me about where he was from, what he did for a living, etc. He asked if I had ever been married and how many kids I wanted to have. I told him I didn't know if it was in the cards, and that I might never get married, and he asked if I wanted to. I said "probably" and he raised his hand to volunteer. He asked for my number, and I said, "How about you give me yours?" So he did. I fantasized about that scene in Swingers where Trent talks up the redhead at the party they go to, and as he's walking away, he tears the paper with her number on it in half.
He blathered about having tickets to go on some grandiose vacation to Amsterdam, then Poland, then Egypt, then Australia or something, and how he had an extra ticket and would be going in May, and how it would be great if I could go. Right about then, Teresa came over to tell me she was leaving, and that I should come take her chair, since my coat was on the back of it. She hugged me and said, "Do you need help getting away?" I said, "Yeah, that would be good." So she tried to push me more toward the chair, and I finally found some nards and said, "I'm gonna go over there and spend time with my friends." He finally "released" me, and I tried my best to steer clear of him all night, but he poked his nose into our fun a couple of times. And he stared more. And he interjected with, "Please call me… I hope you call me" several times, too. Eventually, the people around that table sauntered off, and I was left vulnerable again, so he came over and asked me if I liked the islands. I said, "Which ones?" He said, "Any of them… walk along the beach with me in your mind…" Then he committed a cardinal sin again: he said, "there are styles of swimwear out there that are very modest, very feminine, and very flattering to a fuller figure." You have no idea how mad I was that I didn't slug the guy or straight talk him. I'm too damn nice. I wouldn't have thrown my drink on him, though – cider is a terrible thing to waste. Again, I made nice conversation, until Liza, God bless her, came over to save me. She asked if I was all right, and for some stupid reason, I said, "yes." She kept asking, and CP said, "She's fine." Liza shot back, "I'm not talking to you! I'm talking to my girl friend." She told me to come over with her to the bar, and he said something else, to which she replied, "I'm out here having fun with my girl friends… she's coming over here." So I did, and I thanked her, and she told me about how creepy she thought he was.
I hung out with her and her buddy Patrick, who was an absolute riot. I spent some time talking to my friends Christy and Phil too, who are also hilarious. Phil told me even he was creeped out by CP, and that's pretty bad for a guy to be creeped out by another guy. I tried to work it so I was never left alone. Christy noticed him staring at me again a while later. They decided around 11 to take off, and since I'd already had a pint more than I had anticipated, I decided to exit stage left with them. I was tired of fending him off, and I told Liza that as I was leaving. She said, in classic Liza form, "If you want to stay, stay! Don't let him ruin your fun! Just knee him in the balls and tell him you're not interested, no ifs, ands, or fuckin' buts!" I laughed and told her I was about ready to head out anyway, regardless. He saw that I was leaving, and he asked if I was parked in a well-lit area. I assured him that I was, and that I had someone to walk to my car with me, and he leaned over to them and said, "Take care of my treasure." I was really done at that point. Christy, Phil and I made our way out and walked up the hill, and we parted ways. That's about all that I haven't blocked out. I wish I could have found a way to work in a fart with a prize.
Monday, February 22, 2010
You know what they say about guys with big feet, don't ya?
My friend Karen and I were at a club in downtown Lexington one Friday night. This particular club had "Hot Ass" competitions for guys on Friday nights, which is why Karen really wanted to go. I was DD, so I knew I was only going to be able to have one beer the whole evening. That doesn't exactly get me in a party mood, so I let her run off to stare at guys' asses for the time being. While I was standing there like a sacrificial lamb, this guy came over and started talking to me. This was not an unusual occurrence. I tend to be a freak magnet. That's part of the reason why my coworkers at my last job loved it when I went out on the weekends - I almost always came home with a good story. Anyway, this nuckfut started yacking to me, and because I'm too polite, and I'm also extremely bad at getting out of conversations, I stood there and took it. He asked me what part of a guy's body I used to judge how "big" he was. Like that whole, "Y'know what they say about guys with big feet, eh? Wink wink, nudge nudge!" I said the first thing that popped into my head, which was, "Um, I dunno... I guess his hand." So the dude holds up his hand and says, "How big do you think I am?" This is probably the only time I have ever thought of a good comeback at the appropriate moment, rather than hours later. I held my hand up to his, and it was the same size, so I said, "I guess you're about as big as I am."
He left me alone after that.
He left me alone after that.
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