I've spent the last couple of days trying to clean up my computer. My twitter account--which I had barely ever used was hacked, sending the recipients of my address book into a spam tailspin. I did all that I could on my end, and just as I was packing up and heading out the door with my computer one of my neighbors called and offered to let her husband look at my computer for me. So after running my antivirus, malware, etc. that all came up as 'zero infections'. Rob found only another 93 bits of spyware, a worm hostile takeover and oh yes, an inbox filled with email contacts from my online dating life.
Hopeful number one said to me 'you make my mouth water'. No signature, but a picture of a 6'4 biker dude who lives in a rough town--not an ideal first impression. On second glance, the bad town is not that big a deal since I like my men on the rough side anyway...or should I say tame on top and wild hearted underneath; but the clincher came when I took a look at his profile before I replied to him. It started with the words 'bi chicks only'. I thought, right word, wrong spelling--bye. I did write back to him thanking him for thinking that I was delicious, however, besides being, I was also possessive, jealous and not at all interested in sharing my man with either another woman or a man...who knew what floated his boat? He responded back to me saying that men did nothing for him...it was tongue in cheek that I offered to him that his third might be a man...every slug (ummm man's) fantasy is two women, but unfortunately for him, it would never be mine.
Bachelor number 2 was a re-tread from 8 months ago...brown shoes...He asked how it could possibly be that I was still single?...Check back on my old blogs--I have written about him before. He works in a nuclear power plant; some sort of Big Bang Theory brainy guy--which could be hot if he looked like Johnny Galecki--but he doesn't. (I have a thing for guys who wear glasses...) I told him that I would be kind enough to tell him the reasons why I wasn't interested in any further rekindled pursuit. I hope that I have left him with better information on his choices and behavior for the next woman.
It's funny because I don't ever really look at who's been looking at me...but I did notice that brown shoes did look at my profile a few months ago. If there isn't any contact from a man, I see little point in knowing who's being playing 'eye spy with my little eye'; I'm certainly not going to send any guy a line in hopes of opening chatter between us...he had flipped the pages of an online girl filled magazine and passed me by. I'm OK with that. Patti Stanger says 'the penis does the picking' and she's right. I don't want a man who doesn't want to pick me.
Guy number three was someone I was supposed to go on a date with on Friday night. He's recently divorced, had called me all week--and I actually had some interesting conversations with him. He owns a couple of dogs--which is also high on my 'that's attractive in a man' list. But after all week long, when I asked him what his plans were for us that evening, he offered--enthusiastically--'wanna come over to my place and meet the dogs?' Ummmm no. That was your choice in the entire universe of options of 'let me make a good impression' first date? Here's what I know: that I'm really not into hang out dates. Hang outs are for my friends and family--I can't get romantically excited about meeting your dogs. But it's worse than that. I KNOW that the last couple of years before/during/after your divorce you've been starved for affection and certainly sex. No matter how you try to sugar the tea, I'm smart enough to know that the real reason I'm heading to your place is that you're looking for some action. But you don't see the implied insult. You don't see that it is insulting to a woman to want to be sexual with her, but not want to know her...that's she good enough for a Friday night lay; but not good enough to spend time/money on a dinner date with where she or heaven forbid you might actually think there is a possibility of a relationship. There's nothing in a hang out/let's get naked date that's anywhere near a good enough offer to say yes to....and men know it too...they're just making a cheap offer/opening bid in hopes that I might bite...
Guy number four spent a lot of time with back and forth flirting and then there was nothing...all show and no go...I'm OK with that, too.
Guy number five is a youngster who asked me if I was interested. I told him that I didn't know him; how would I know if I were interested or not? Another stallion who thinks that he might be able to charm me into bed; but youth is far less a turn on than an older counterpart--a man with life experience. Perhaps cougars prefer their boy toys because there is nothing at all serious about a four hour fling...but I need more. Give me the salty 'most interesting man in the world' and I do stay thirsty for want of more.
Guy number six is a man that I would have offhandedly dismissed. Goldilocks syndrome. Too...xyz (fill in the blank). Too far, too unsophisticated, too undereducated...too much of this, not enough of that; but he made me laugh. And on New Year's Eve, I decided that perhaps I'd let the universe bring me the right man or at least the experiences that I should be having and that I should step out of it's way. Pat always says that you have to get though the man that you're with to get to the man that you're going to. Anthony Robbins says that your life changes when you say 'yes'. So no, he's not my first choice, he's told me that he's never met anyone like me....but he's pursuing; and today, that's all that I can ask for.
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