So at some point, you have to re-engage with the dating world if you don’t want to have your only joy in life be a new episodes of the Kardashians. ( I admit it, I love those girls) Even though I still don’t feel 100% ready to start something new, one of my friends thought it might not be a bad idea to put myself back out there if for no other reason to rake in the compliments and know that I can probably find someone else.
It’s been an interesting 24 hours. I have seen not just 1 but at least 3 profile pictures of men holding chickens and I’m not on just farmers.com. Do they think it’s a tongue in cheek way of having a cock pic out there or do they really get into chickens? Either way, I just go right past those. Gross
I had a rather bland conversation with a man last night who was trying to figure out how to hit me up for a booty call without being gross. We literally talked about the rain and the travel channel and then he starts asking about bed. Let me tell you – “I need to find some way to get tired before I go to bed” is not very subtle. Gross.
There was one rather interesting man who literally lists his love of cheese in his profile. I sent him a message before bed last night letting him know he had the exact quality I was looking for. If nothing else, I’m always looking for more cheese eating friends. He did however have a full beard and at first glance reminded me of a younger version of my dad. That’s not good. People say you end dating people like your parents, but part of the fun of dating is taking a good year or so to figure that out. Knowing it right out the gate is weird. Also Gross.
I woke up this morning to messages from 2 men who were very direct and wanted to “get to know me better” and “get together for a drink and talk”. Mr. Get to know me better is really good at “weekends”. Gross. Mr. get together for a drink is really good at cleaning and can’t live without run. A neat freak who runs on purpose. Now, I’m not going to say gross, but yeah…..
The highlight though is from the guy who sent me a message this morning with some actual intelligent writing and said I was “hottie”. He does get style points.
So to summarize, Gross. Gross. Gross. Ah man. Oh, he thinks I’m pretty.