more DUMP
So I met up with that guy i wasn’t that interested in. When we spoke, it was ok. OK enough for me to overlook his receding hairline and lack of a real job. OK to overlook the fact that he lives 40+ minutes away. This is called desperation in the mind. That desperation convinced me that I was having a decent time…until he gave me the “My car is THIS way” (pointing in the opposite direction and walking there), and it was clear he wasn’t interested. Excuse me? He isn’t interested in ME? oh hell no. Now I know I’ve lowered my standards. DUMP on that.
The next date wasn’t planned. I had been playing phone tag with the Bartender and I just thought I would try and see if he was available. Voila, he was. and i met him. cute. he was easy to talk to, flirtatious…seemed like he’s done this before. ok so he smokes, has no real job, and i drove to the other side of town to see him. but he’s cute and i was having a good time. i didn’t want to feel like i had to wait for the other ball to drop but it did…in a way. let’s just say that he is in a calendar. and my friend i told this to asked if he “spilled into the following month”. i told my friend he barely made it to the end of his featured month. dammit, why am i always cursed with this! well, i didn’t entertain it, but i did have a good time with him. as far as eye candy, sure. as far as future, DUMP.
Saturday I met up with an old dude. This old dude was 43. he favorited me, winked at me, and sent me an email. that is why i agreed to meet him. persistence. so i met him for coffee. he seemed fit for his age, and not so bad looking. we had decent conversation at the restaurant which was indoors, and had somewhat flattering lighting, because when we went outside and he walked me to my car, i could see the rays of light soaking into his wrinkle lines and his suspected turkey neck was flapping a bit in the wind. they say the neck is the first indication of age, and they are right. i should have asked to see his ID because i think he was probably older than 43. how sad. besides that, I thought he would be good for a friend of mine, but he clearly stated he was not interested in women his age or older. gag. DUMP.
Sunday, I met up with this 38 or 39 year old guy who seemed kind of cute, but more rugged. I referred to him as a “lumberjack” to my roommate. I met him, and he looked like his photos, but conversation with him was like PULLING TEETH. I defaulted to looking at the TVs for conversation. it was really painful and I couldn’t take it. The free meal was not worth the pain and suffering I had to go through with him. DUMP.
I changed my profile YET AGAIN, and I think it is just getting bitter. I don’t blame it if no one wants to write to me. i think i’ve given a clear indication that i’m finished with match. AGAIN.
