Thanks for the shout out, CityFlirting! Even though I don’t load correctly in Firefox, I don’t know what to do about that. Anyone?
On to my life. It’s an update from last evening, so if you missed that, scroll down for a second.
CL#3TextTormenter and I talked for 3 hours last night. I must write that again because I still cannot believe it. THREE HOURS OF REAL LIVE TALK. The last time I had a three hour conversation was in high school where I would ponder with a friend, “I can’t wait to get outta here so I can have any boyfriend I want.” Yup. Because that’s exactly how it works.
Anyway, the conversation was mostly good. I say mostly because I sense that he enjoys getting under people’s skin, and that is unfortunately a childish behavior. Take for instance when I say, “How old are you again? I forgot what your ad said.” And he won’t answer – for an infurating 45 minutes. And he thinks it’s funny that I keep asking. It might be minor, but it’s still childish and we cannot forget the following:
Men tell you exactly who they are within five minutes of meeting them. Girls, repeat after me, Men tell you exactly who they are within five minutes of meeting them.
This is advice I should have remembered when I was involved with the trainer (formerly Hot Trainer) for those tumultuous 48 hours. He was mildly bi-polar and Jeckyl & Hydeish when we were in the gym working out. I should have known it wouldn’t be any different later on.
So, CL#3TextTormenter and I have made tentative plans. He seems irked that I can’t do something on Friday. He made the comment, three times at various points in the phone call, that I “have too many men to juggle.” While it’s true, trust me that yours truly has given none of these bozos, uh, men I will be dating, any indication that that assumption has merit. So, that is a mark of an immature man, because lest we forget that his first text messages to me were saying things about why couldn’t I figure out who it was and how many people did I give my number to? This whole thing is maddening because of Velvet’s next line of dating advice.
Dating is a numbers game. The more people you meet, the better the chance that one will be a match.
So there’s no word from CL#2BlueEyes even though he said he would call. I’m still on with CL#1Writer for tonight. And there’s an “It’s Just a God-Damned-Nightmare that you wish would go away Lunch Date” on Saturday at 7. Yes, peak time, peak night. Those jerks. I really despise them.
Once more for those in the back: Men tell you exactly who they are within five minutes of meeting them. Dating is a numbers game, the more people you meet, the better the chance that one will be a match.
My work here is done for today. Stay tuned.