I’ve been formulating this post in my head for weeks. Yes weeks.
Since I decided to dip my toes back into the dating pool, I’ve encountered some real knuckleheads. Here are the highlights for the past week:
- Bachelor #1: He likes “suttle” things
- Bachelor #2: He “could have sworn we conversated before”
- Bachelor #3: This is an actual sentence from his email to me: “So if your sexy and you want to have some fun getting to know me like i knkow i would like to get to know you and your not hating at the fact i like what i like and right now its you,then get at me if your cool with hooking up and see if what cums natural happen”
- Bachelor #4: One of his pictures was in the bathtub with a cigar hanging out of his mouth!
- Bachelor #5: he wants to “eat and conversate” on the first date
Uggg! My ex is starting to look better. No, not really, but kinda… And we won’t talk about the HORRIBLE date I had last week on my birthday. I’m still recovering from that one.
Oh well, at least it’s entertaining
So, I’ve been trying a new dating site for the past few months – Plenty of fish dot com. I had miserable luck with Match, so I refuse to pay for a dating site, which is why I’m giving POF a try.
I’ve ‘met’ lots of men, and even gone on a few dates from the site.
Saturday, in an effort to improve my dating karma, I sent a few emails to men who had either viewed my profile or said ‘they’d like to meet me.’
And what do you know…yesterday I received a reply from one of those emails.
Pete and I exchanged a few emails. He said I was pretty (compliments are always appreciated). Then in his second email he asked if I had plans for the night (mind you, this was at 6pm on a Sunday night!). He also asked if I used a messenger service like Yahoo or Aim. I didn’t mind the second question because the constant back and forth of emails can get old quickly.
I gave him my yahoo im and asked what he had in mind in terms of plans because I had none.
We then switched to Im-ing. In his first message, he called me by the wrong name (“Ann). When I pointed out that little detail, he blamed it on the messaging program. He then asked for my TELEPHONE NUMBER. He said he’d prefer to make plans over the phone. I then pointed out that on a Sunday night there wasn’t much we could do. He agreed, but continued to press for my #.
Instead of giving him my celly, I gave him my Google voice phone number…I thought that was a tad safer.
Once we were on the phone, he suggested I drive 30mins into VA to go to HIS HOME. He said if I drove to him, he’d provide the liquor. We could hang at his house, drink, and get to know each other.
Are you kidding me???? Um, I don’t think so!
When I said I didn’t feel comfortable with that idea, he seemed stunned. He kept pressing. I finally had to say “No, I told you I don’t like that idea.”
His next idea was to do to a casino. I asked where a casino was (since I’m new to this area, I was surprised to learn of a casino). He said about 80mi from his house, just across the W. VA border. So, I was supposed to drive to his house so that he could drive us there.
Ummm, what? We’ve been in contact for less than 2 hours, and I’m supposed to get in a car with you and drive to a different friggin’ state?!?!?!? I do believe that’s how those unsolved mystery shows start…
So, I gave him the brush off.
Where are the real men? Is this all I have to look forward to???