I hit the pause button. I didn’t delete my profile, I just deactivated it. The idea of dating right now is exhausting and NOT in that fun and thrilling kind of way. The slew of douche bags (hello fiscally conservative guy who feels put upon by the poor), Utopian seeking (hola neuro surfing Aussie who wants pretty smiles and hot kisses BUT no real life), frigid/fickle-tons (flirting in the last 5 seconds of the date and kissing me ONLY then and never touching me… if you like me, touch me, if you don’t, stop calling me…PLEASE), with crazy ex’s (turns out Virginia’s ex was the cause of his flake…and I thank him, as she might have boiled all of my neighbors pets in a Glenn Close move, had he and I actually successfully gone out again)…. has broken me. I’m broken.
With my stalled career, lack of true income, unresolved health issue, and general malaise regarding being 37 and farther behind than I feel I should…I just can’t fake the dating right now. All I have the energy for is the comfort of old dances and familiar hands, as much as you may disagree, it’s the one solace I have at the moment, and it’s good that it came around when it did, because this is what I need.
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I found out about this great new blog in which this man analyzes okcupid profiles that readers send it. I had to.
“Dude, this is OKCupid, not some improvisational tell-us-about-yourself team-building game. There are rules here. You can’t just hijack a question and only tangentially answer it. The one word from your response that belongs here is “sushi,” and given that you live in the middle of Bumfuck, Virginia, I can’t imagine that the sushi you’ve been eating is very good.”
and so, you can find the rest of the posting here: inspectingcupid Enjoy!
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Nothing happened with Virginia. He flaked on our second date and then decided he didn’t have any time to spare, even just for a casual sexual rendezvous type of thing. Bummer, cause he REALLY turned me on. Sigh.
Went out for dinner with the Slavic tech guy again. YAWN. Nothing there. NOTHING.
Met up with a friend for cocktails after that dinner with Slavic, yet again that friend kissed me goodnight, but he shows NO interest while we are hanging out. I’m too hot not to be touched. If you want me, take a page from Virginia’s book and put your hands on my arm, my ankles… kiss me DURING the time we are hanging out. Look AT me and not away. Not feeling desired = hey, we are friends and you will NEVER get me naked. NEXT
That’s it right now. The prospects aren’t good. I’ve got some morons who can’t spell…
“Hi georgious.hope to know u and read from u soon…..”
That barely has me keeping my clothes on. Damn!
“We’re you caught speeding lately?
Cause you have got FINE written all over you…”
Oh my god, so fucking witty. I’m ready and primed for you now! Really?! Does this work on some women?
So, that’s my current status. I’m considering asking my readers to set me up with hot geeks. Know any hot geeks?!
P.s. Here is a shout out to my Married Canadian friend who reads along. We had dinner the other night and were talking about my exploits and recent lack of exploits and after a few laughs, he mentioned seeing himself in here… so, here you are M.C. How aboot that? 😉
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