wanna meet up?
25th June 2009 | Blog Posts | 0 comments
A couple of months ago I gave into friends (peer-pressure sucks) and decided to sign up for a dating website. It has become a really popluar trend these days and I have to admit I have no luck meeting worth while guys. However after seeing the prices on some of these websites (Match.COM over $200 year, I think not my friend) I was feeling a bit insecure. But thanks to a friend, she introduced me to a little website called Plenty Of Fish. I’m not going to lie and say it’s just like Match or eHarmony but the price is right (free). Besides at that point I wasn’t even sure if online dating was for me. I’m babbling here and am losing what I wanted to talk about…
Online dating is the hardest form of dating I have ever come across by a long shot. When you message someone and they look at your picture and if they don’t message you back…well…you can guess what they must think of you. Surely after a couple of no reply messages a person confidence must straight to go down. That’s not even the worst of it yet. Let’s say you get lucky and you either get the reply or better someone you find attractive writes to you f irst, what happens next? Sure you got someone’s interest based on a picture, but here comes to play personality. You may start off with the basics (fav. music, interests, education, work status) but after two or three days of messaging…than what? There is only so much you can write without giving all of yourself away. Anyway after some messaging comes the decision of getting the number or meeting up. For some people they exchanges the digits and talk on the phone for awhile (maybe months) before meeting up. For others (like me) you setup a date.
Some may call it ‘rushing’ if only after a couple of messages I am willing to meet up for a date, but trust me when I say there is a certain logic to this. The way I see it is that messaging can only provide a certain level of ‘sparks’ and all those sparks can burst in a second when you meet a person. So what’s the point of messaging someone for months if after the first date you’ll never see them again. Waste of time much?
I texted a guy named Nelson for about two days. Good conversation and we sent each other a couple of pictures and then decided to meet up for the classic movie date. The entire time we spent together was in my opinion good (perhaps even great). We talked. We laughed. And he kept doing that eyes to lips thing, guys usually do when they want to kiss you, the entire time. At the end of the night he said the classic line ‘I really want to get together with you again. Sometime this weekend.’ and then he pulled me into a hug which caused us to lock gazes and then lock lips. Seems like a good date, eh? I thought so too. Until he never called or texted back. Case and point, I didn’t waste my time or at least too much of my time.
Am I Supposed To Be Flattered?
18th June 2008 | Blog Posts | 0 comments
So I get up this morning and I’m eating breakfast and then I get a text message. It reads: “You want it in your butt don’t you.”
Seriously!?
Is that text message supposed to be cute? Funny? Charming? Am I supposed to be flattered?
I mean I would think it was funny if you know I talked to this guy on a regular basis and we were messing around. But we hardly talk to each other because he’s busy and now that he gets a chance, he sends me that! I would understand if this was the first text he sends me like this. But it’s almost every other text. What am I? A hooker? A whore you send sex texts to when your horny?
Can’t you tell me you miss me? Can’t you say you want to see me (w/o saying its for sex)? Can’t you say something else!!
Lie to me damn it!!
Well, no. Don’t lie to me. But geez a little sweet talk would be nice. Is that too much to ask? Just some old fashion sweet talk. Don’t tell me I look fuckable. Don’t tell me I have nice boobs. Don’t tell me how hard you want to fuck me. Those things are not flattering. Save that shit for foreplay time at least.
Messages like this don’t make me feel flattered. They make me feel cheap and stupid. If you want me for just a fuck then say so. But wait, I did ask you that – if I was just a fuck – and you got mad, remember? You said you didn’t want just sex from me. You have a funny way of showing that. So when you make up your mind, tell me. Tell me if I’m just a fuck and I’ll treat you the same way. But don’t tell me you like me and then talk to me like I’m a whore. It is not flattering.