I’m a resident of Virginia, we’re talkin’ 3,000 miles to Graceland, here, dude. Are you going to fly out here and sweep me off my feet with your ‘los angeles model’ good looks?
You type in broken english, you have no picture posted and claim to not know why Yeehaa Personals hasn’t posted your picture, but if I IM you, you’ll be sure and send me one. What part of ‘I’m a Model in Los Angeles’ am I not getting? A model without a picture posted? Hmmmm……
Ohhhhhhh, I get it now, you mean you’re in the p0rn business! Oh, my bad…it took me a minute……..
Oh, yeah, almost forgot. You called me ’Sweetie’ right out of the chute. Who, outside of a 5 yo child would respond to “Sweetie???”
*gag*
I guess now I understand you reaching out across the country.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Optimism breeds dates!!
Update.
Just heard from Mr. Gorgeous. I had asked him out (didn't want to post earlier, my stars being busted and all...didn't want to jinx a jinx.) and he said....
YES!!
Woohoo! We're having dinner Friday and I got his number, I got his number.
Yea me!
Just heard from Mr. Gorgeous. I had asked him out (didn't want to post earlier, my stars being busted and all...didn't want to jinx a jinx.) and he said....
YES!!
Woohoo! We're having dinner Friday and I got his number, I got his number.
Yea me!
dating hell
Internet Dating Hell - part deux (or Dude, Fish or Cut Bait....much?)
Wow. I just reread my first post. I have so matured since then; what a novice I sound like. Shocking, really. I do still cuss like a sailor, though.
I have to start by saying I already typed this once, then did a preview on blogger, read it, realized I needed to further edit, so I hit the “back” toggle and promptly lost my entire entry. I almost cried, probably should have just gone ahead and bawled for the lost entry and the experience of having lived it.
*sigh*
Since we last got together….
From Snatch.com, I’ve kicked one eligible bastardor to the curb after 8 weeks of emails, text messages, and 2 brief (as in seconds, not minutes) phone calls. Seems he had issues with SHITTING OR GETTING OFF THE POT!! Then I spent a week emailing a sweet and charming fellow that was on vacation in the Midwest all last week. This one seemed very promising; but upon his return he played clueless as to what the next ‘step/level’ included (a date asshole, that’s what the next step/level includes) and then proceeded to tell me (like he’d already told me) that he had ‘that pesky wedding’ to attend this coming weekend; thus, he wouldn’t be about to plan a date for. How about another week of email and phone chatter?? When I suggested a midweek date after work, he apparently entered into the witness protection program, because I haven’t heard from him since (and he had even given me his phone number). Another one that CAN’T CLOSE A DEAL!!
Oh, but I’ve barely begun!
Meanwhile, over on eharmonywannabe.com, after crashing through 78 layers of compatibility firewalls, I finally get to an email forum on the site in which to communicate spontaneously with my ‘match.’ It is at this point that I am informed by PBF #3 (the ‘P’ is for potential) that he is off on vacation for the next week, followed by a brief visit to see a friend who is recovering from surgery. Oh, and internet access will be intermittent. But it was great hearing from you, really.
Not to be outdone, Yeehaa Personals.com has sent me a delightful candidate for consideration. He is a 23 yo mechanic we shall call ScaryMech. ScaryMech, apparently wants to dip his stick….in me. Usually, I’d be flattered, young stud and all; but there’s something distinctly, how shall I say, CREEPY about his message:
Datergirl, You're gorgeous, very sexy.
My name is ScaryMech, I'd love to chat,
i think you are very attractive and your desires are my bidding.
I wish you the best and hope to talk soon.
yahoo messenger: ScaryMechlove
your smile!~ SEXY
can i interest you in a date?
MILF
Bidding? I’ll bet he has a ‘safe’ word all picked out and everything.
Just about the time I think I’m going all-in with the towel, Mr. Gorgeous emails me. This guy is all that and a bag of chips (slightly height challenged, but I gotta start compromising my standards somewhere, right?). But, guess what? Yep, he’s on travel all friggin’ week!!! Can you believe this shit??? Is somebody in town for the start of this relationship? Oh, yeah, that would be ME! I’m here, I’m ready, I’m game. WTF..... seriously, simply put, what the fuck??? I am not a zodiacologist, but even I checked out my horoscope after this latest, cuz my stars are seriously busted!! It’s raining men in every town but Datergirl-town (unless you count the creepy mechanic, which I’m not)!!
To say I’m optimistic about Mr. Gorgeous would be overstating it a bit. Let’s just say that – believe it or not – I’m optimistic about being optimistic about Mr. Gorgeous.
See why I should’ve just cried?
Wow. I just reread my first post. I have so matured since then; what a novice I sound like. Shocking, really. I do still cuss like a sailor, though.
I have to start by saying I already typed this once, then did a preview on blogger, read it, realized I needed to further edit, so I hit the “back” toggle and promptly lost my entire entry. I almost cried, probably should have just gone ahead and bawled for the lost entry and the experience of having lived it.
*sigh*
Since we last got together….
From Snatch.com, I’ve kicked one eligible bastardor to the curb after 8 weeks of emails, text messages, and 2 brief (as in seconds, not minutes) phone calls. Seems he had issues with SHITTING OR GETTING OFF THE POT!! Then I spent a week emailing a sweet and charming fellow that was on vacation in the Midwest all last week. This one seemed very promising; but upon his return he played clueless as to what the next ‘step/level’ included (a date asshole, that’s what the next step/level includes) and then proceeded to tell me (like he’d already told me) that he had ‘that pesky wedding’ to attend this coming weekend; thus, he wouldn’t be about to plan a date for. How about another week of email and phone chatter?? When I suggested a midweek date after work, he apparently entered into the witness protection program, because I haven’t heard from him since (and he had even given me his phone number). Another one that CAN’T CLOSE A DEAL!!
Oh, but I’ve barely begun!
Meanwhile, over on eharmonywannabe.com, after crashing through 78 layers of compatibility firewalls, I finally get to an email forum on the site in which to communicate spontaneously with my ‘match.’ It is at this point that I am informed by PBF #3 (the ‘P’ is for potential) that he is off on vacation for the next week, followed by a brief visit to see a friend who is recovering from surgery. Oh, and internet access will be intermittent. But it was great hearing from you, really.
Not to be outdone, Yeehaa Personals.com has sent me a delightful candidate for consideration. He is a 23 yo mechanic we shall call ScaryMech. ScaryMech, apparently wants to dip his stick….in me. Usually, I’d be flattered, young stud and all; but there’s something distinctly, how shall I say, CREEPY about his message:
Datergirl, You're gorgeous, very sexy.
My name is ScaryMech, I'd love to chat,
i think you are very attractive and your desires are my bidding.
I wish you the best and hope to talk soon.
yahoo messenger: ScaryMechlove
your smile!~ SEXY
can i interest you in a date?
MILF
Bidding? I’ll bet he has a ‘safe’ word all picked out and everything.
Just about the time I think I’m going all-in with the towel, Mr. Gorgeous emails me. This guy is all that and a bag of chips (slightly height challenged, but I gotta start compromising my standards somewhere, right?). But, guess what? Yep, he’s on travel all friggin’ week!!! Can you believe this shit??? Is somebody in town for the start of this relationship? Oh, yeah, that would be ME! I’m here, I’m ready, I’m game. WTF..... seriously, simply put, what the fuck??? I am not a zodiacologist, but even I checked out my horoscope after this latest, cuz my stars are seriously busted!! It’s raining men in every town but Datergirl-town (unless you count the creepy mechanic, which I’m not)!!
To say I’m optimistic about Mr. Gorgeous would be overstating it a bit. Let’s just say that – believe it or not – I’m optimistic about being optimistic about Mr. Gorgeous.
See why I should’ve just cried?
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Neanderthal
June 7 2007
“I want to see some beach pics. I want to see you in a bathing suit. I bet you look really good. Show me your whole body. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeee?”
???? Not just Hell No, but Fuck No. While we’re at it: What? Are you 12 years old with the hyper-extended ‘please?’ We’ve been exchanging emails for 2 days, you’ve seen 6 different, recent pictures of me in clothes, one of which does, indeed, even show cleavage. I look like what my picture looks like. Why in hell would I send you a ‘Maxim’ shot?? If I’ve interpreted your reaction to me correctly, you’re very attracted to what I look like already, why can’t you just trust what your eyes are telling you?? I don’t even have pictures of myself in a bathing suit, but if I did I wouldn’t put them out on the internet for public consumption or email them to someone who is still a virtual stranger!! Are you seriously trolling at 45 years of age???
You are a complete and total ass-hat.
I understand that this is also about the ‘whole body shot.’ But I’ve got a ‘whole body shot’ already posted. I’m just sitting instead of standing but that should be even more telling because you can’t really hide any horrendous body flaws by folding your body into thirds and setting it on a staircase, now can you?
But I respond to you anyway and tell you that this is never going to happen (the bathing suit shot) followed by stating that I think things are going so well, and I ask you to not push it too far and you respond, by not responding. Class act. It seemed that we have quite a bit in common on paper. It would appear we’re in search of the same thing. We like each other’s humor, seem to be able to correspond and communicate well, and up till now appear to like the way the other looks, and then this. Wow.
Make sure you add ‘shallow’ and check ‘Neanderthal' in the ethnic colum of your personality profile. Good luck with that.
I know that this happened so I wouldn't get all the way to an actual date with this guy. I know in my own logical way that I deserve better than this ass-hat; but a rejection is still a rejection and is tough to swallow, so I thought it would help to write about it.
This blog is a catharsis that enables me to keep things in perspective and survive 'insecurity hell' as I put myself through the paces of trying to find that connection. I have recently returned to the singles scene and I'm not a 20-something, hard-bodied Betty; I'm a 40-something, semi-soft-hard-bodied Betty. It's a topsy-turvy world to try to navigate, as well as a mighty frustrating one as I try to interpret ambiguous emails and hot/cold behavior. But I'm a believer in relationships, so I will fight the good fight and march on; and leave the cold dead bodies of sacrafice here.
“I want to see some beach pics. I want to see you in a bathing suit. I bet you look really good. Show me your whole body. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeee?”
???? Not just Hell No, but Fuck No. While we’re at it: What? Are you 12 years old with the hyper-extended ‘please?’ We’ve been exchanging emails for 2 days, you’ve seen 6 different, recent pictures of me in clothes, one of which does, indeed, even show cleavage. I look like what my picture looks like. Why in hell would I send you a ‘Maxim’ shot?? If I’ve interpreted your reaction to me correctly, you’re very attracted to what I look like already, why can’t you just trust what your eyes are telling you?? I don’t even have pictures of myself in a bathing suit, but if I did I wouldn’t put them out on the internet for public consumption or email them to someone who is still a virtual stranger!! Are you seriously trolling at 45 years of age???
You are a complete and total ass-hat.
I understand that this is also about the ‘whole body shot.’ But I’ve got a ‘whole body shot’ already posted. I’m just sitting instead of standing but that should be even more telling because you can’t really hide any horrendous body flaws by folding your body into thirds and setting it on a staircase, now can you?
But I respond to you anyway and tell you that this is never going to happen (the bathing suit shot) followed by stating that I think things are going so well, and I ask you to not push it too far and you respond, by not responding. Class act. It seemed that we have quite a bit in common on paper. It would appear we’re in search of the same thing. We like each other’s humor, seem to be able to correspond and communicate well, and up till now appear to like the way the other looks, and then this. Wow.
Make sure you add ‘shallow’ and check ‘Neanderthal' in the ethnic colum of your personality profile. Good luck with that.
I know that this happened so I wouldn't get all the way to an actual date with this guy. I know in my own logical way that I deserve better than this ass-hat; but a rejection is still a rejection and is tough to swallow, so I thought it would help to write about it.
This blog is a catharsis that enables me to keep things in perspective and survive 'insecurity hell' as I put myself through the paces of trying to find that connection. I have recently returned to the singles scene and I'm not a 20-something, hard-bodied Betty; I'm a 40-something, semi-soft-hard-bodied Betty. It's a topsy-turvy world to try to navigate, as well as a mighty frustrating one as I try to interpret ambiguous emails and hot/cold behavior. But I'm a believer in relationships, so I will fight the good fight and march on; and leave the cold dead bodies of sacrafice here.
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