Internet dating is bad
It’s not like I have to choose either anytime soon, so this post isn’t about that, but as I was sitting at coffee today with Mr. England continuing to online date doesn’t bother me one bit. The one that was actually quite good in bed even though slightly overconfident. It is kinda nice knowing that there are 2 men out there that think I’m pretty terrific though. The one that texted me 2 weekends ago inviting me up to visit him in his hometown. It just feels greedy and insincere to keep looking right now. He’s funny and sweet and has a pretty damn interesting life. Now, if you promise not to throw your computers out the window, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that either of these guys is ‘my one’, I just can’t see myself sitting across from yet another random online guy making small talk. I am polar opposites with one and they are polar opposites of each other. As I have not one thing planned this coming weekend, I told him so. Either in his home town or to meet him in a neighboring state where he would be on business.
You all know how angsty I was about agreeing to be exclusive. Oo T saw a picture that I had posted of myself on Friday and totally called out something being wrong. He entirely correctly picked up on ‘something’ in my eyes being sad/panicked. I am still unsure if he says these intentionally or not, but I am ‘listening’. I also told him that I don’t want to hear about it. I was going to turn around and spend the next day with him before he left and we were both looking forward to it. I have that one narrowed down to a few possibilities: 1) He’s a germaphobe 2) He doesn’t know any better 3) No one has ever told him how weird it is I have a feeling that if we ever do sleep together that he will 1) make me shower 1st 2) not be very creative 3) minimal foreplay 😦 Anyway, he sent me a text last night. England proves me wrong by pulling out some very pervy and inappropriate ‘English’ humor. I fully ‘get’ that if I was totally into him that these little oddities probably wouldn’t bother me. I told him I wasn’t able and suggested that he call in a ‘2nd stringer’ to join him. He said that was a fabulous idea then almost immediately followed it up with ‘there’s only one gal for me and she’s always freaking busy’. Not sure why he finds it so hard to plan/invite me in advance.