Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sharing my contact information

You know, they set up these dating websites so that people can communicate online. Why then does every guy pester for a phone number within 5 minutes of contacting me? Why am I so hesitant to give it out? Here is an example:

Trusted this seemingly nice guy who is named after an Our Lady Peace song, so we will call him OLP. Gave him my number. He texted me incessantly the first day. Also, he texted me a "more recent" photo of himself... which looks nothing like his profile picture. Come to think of it, that profile picture looks a lot like Tiger Woods. Hmmmm. Not that there's anything wrong with the pic he sent me, but warning flags are now going off that he's not who he seems to be. So I casually ask him why not post the "more recent" pic on his profile and he says he's not allowed because of his job. Right. OLP then proceeds to text me every half an hour to ask if I can call him. Finally I tell him he's coming on too strong and I prefer to take things a little more slowly. He says "OK" then nothing for 4 days. So I feel bad and I send a text apologizing. He picks right up with "When can we meet?" "can you send me a pic?" "what are you doing right now?" "can you call me?" Eeeeeeeeeeeek!!! I am actively searching my cell provider's website to figure out how to block his number.

I thought bbm might be a safer idea because at least I can easily delete someone from there and they have no further access to contact me. So I gave out my pin to a guy who's screen name doesn't have enough vowels to be an actual name. His bbm name is Romeo, but apparently the phonically challenged screen name is his real name. So we will call him Romeo. And oh is he ever (or so he thinks) - Romeo, that is. Let me tell you something. Don't call me baby or hon if you haven't even met me yet. And especially not if you're going to spell them "bebe" and "hun" (no relation to Atilla). He is also an incessant texter, yet his multitude of texts miraculously say absolutely nothing of importance.

Le sigh.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Let the adventure begin

I'm not afraid to say it - I've dated a lot of losers. I have one ex-boyfriend I don't even refer to by name. I just call him Dirt Squirrel.

I have reached a point where I am taking matters into my own hands and going on the hunt for a good man. And a hunt it is...

After a terrible go at this a few years ago, I'm giving online dating a second chance. For all my wonderful married friends who don't have to play this game - let me tell you what I'm up against.

You get a headline. A first line to catch someone's eye so that they'll look at your profile. Here are some gems:
"seeking virgin nymphomaniac"
"I want your va-jay-jay"

Yes. That's going to make me talk to you.

I also enjoy the ones who send a message that just says "Hi". I received a message like this today and out of curiosity, checked out the guy's profile. In it he says "I will not date a woman who works for the man". I ask him to explain and he simply says "don't date woman works for g man". Okay. In that case "I don't date neanderthal can't make sentence".

I have a feeling much fun is going to ensue during this search. I hope you will join me as I document this journey.

May the best man win!