The Catch-Up Post
I’ve been bad about posting for my audience of two, I’ve been telling the stories via telephone or other means. Anyway, here goes for my secret audience.
I decided to rename WG. His new name are his actual initals which are bizzarely true of his being - BS. He is so full of it. It really is ridiculous. We’re pretty much broken up. He called me when he got back from his trip, and like a masochist, I answered his call and pretty much agreed to get stood up again. Go me. Will I ever learn? This led to me hanging out with Cookie. Yes. Cookie. But he is dating someone now, apparently, so I just hung out with him and as much as I wanted to make a move to try to validate my attraction to him, my ego decided not to because I could not bear the risk of embarassment if he denied it.
I’m going out of order, but like you would know anyway. Back on match. I have a couple more months until my subscription expires. Might as well use it, right?: Met a couple winners on there already. Oops, I mean to say “winners”, which of course means losers. First one was an Australian guy who clearly was looking for just someone hot to bang or a sucker to be his tour guide. I would be neither. He thought he was hot shit, and although he was somewhat attractive, his Paul Bettany looking friend had a way better personality and therefore became more attractive. That was a night for just a drink and idle chatter which was quite painful because their accents were pretty strong.
Next, I wrote to and met this guy who’s profile made him look like a fun guy with a great sense of humor. He seemed quite flexible about meeting me which made me a bit weary. But it was a weekend, so I figured maybe he just took it easy on weekends. I learned he took it TOO easy. So easy that he was living off unemployment from getting laid off several months ago. He got there on bicycle. He had no aspirations and complained about match and LA the entire time. It was really ridiculous. I pretty much told him straight up that he was not dating material for anyone right now and he needed to get his shit together or move if he was going to make a better life for himself, period. How crazy is that.
On a more “natural” note of meeting people, I did go to a house party and met a guy who got my number. My gay friend dubbed him the “hottest guy at the party” and was floored when he saw me talking to him. They said he looked like Vin Diesel. He looked like him a little. We had good flirtatious conversation and before I gave him my number I said I had 4 questions I needed answers to -
- Do you have a car?
- Do you have a job or some sort of regular cashflow?
- Do you have a roof over your head that you can call your own (even if you are renting a room)
- Do you have money to take me out on dates?
He answered yes to all four. Now, I wait to see if he actually calls. I’m not pressed but it would be nice to hear from VinD.
So that’s the news.
