Do I get attached MUCH too quickly to men that I don’t yet really know? And I don’t really have an answer for that these days. ****edited to add: before all the haters out there bash me for being ‘too picky’, I assure you, I’m not.
As we all know my favorite thing in the universe to do is to overthink things (2018 resolutions be damned), she now has me wondering …….
I prefer to set expectations low and be pleasantly surprised than than to get excited and ultimately disappointed. That I would run far and fast rather than stay and turn into the crazed nut-bag that I have proven myself to be when I liked someone. Yes, believe it or not, I have some significant walls built up around me that it would take the most patient of men to penetrate. And even at that, there are many many things that I don’t even share on here. Not that the women were so shitty, but that he didn’t see them coming from a mile a way. While not being a raging liberal, we definitely have some differing views. Do I think it might be fun to have a faceless ‘fling’? The recap of my date from last night will have to wait while I continue to overthink the offhanded comment made by my friend and proceed to write another annoyingly introspective post that isn’t in the least bit interesting or entertaining. For those of you that actually have a life and have not been with me since the beginning of this, what I hoped would be, short lived blog over the past 7 years (that honestly just hurt me to type that), here’s a quick recap of all things Grey Goose. It’s been a very long time since a handsome man sidled up next to me at a bar, or on the street and struck up a conversation.
But does it really count as ‘dating’ if I only meet each man once? I think it counts as 8 (well 9 by the time this publishes) men that I’ve met. 9 men that have screened me to see if I would meet their requirements for a future whatever. I went into each date with fairly low expectations. I was excited about meeting the 1st one but could tell pretty much off the bat that there was nothing there. I didn’t think there was anything there on his part and then, surprise! Too bad it was more of a booty call interest than a dating one. A man that writes me long messages, has a killer vocabulary (I find that a huge turn on – yes, I’m still a nerd at heart) and who just seems nice. There is less of a chance that they will turn into assholes and play mind games. I swore I would run the other direction if I met someone that I had chemistry with. He was polite and complimentary and even brought me a gift. He has traditional values, is respectful and kind and not only asked me some really interesting questions, but listened for the answers. It deflects from my dates asking me anything personal. He told me the stories and I honestly couldn’t believe it. Might be fun to try and then if I chicken out, who cares? ’ has not been responded to yet as the prudish side of me wonders if he is about to send me something filthy. And, for those of you that don’t suffer from the amazingly exhausting and annoying affliction of overthinking things, you’re welcome for the peek into my brain. Hey, I’m just as surprised as you are that there is a part 2 to this. Most of them were not, upon looking back, good ones. Somewhere along the way I began to believe what they told me instead of what I knew to be true. It hasn’t been since my 20s that I have met and dated men ‘organically’.
’ Yeah, yeah, I know, not my best work, but honestly I’m still a weirdly nervous goober when it comes to being on Tinder. Up until junior year of high school I would cry almost daily. I sort of came into my own in college and had THE BEST TIME of my life. I honestly have no idea how many terrific, or not so terrific, men I could have gotten to know if I’d only paid attention.
Luckily, or not, this new promise of mine has yet to be tested. It’s actually 10 men that I’ve met since December 31st. I use my humor and self deprecation to never actually answer a question that is posed directly to me. It actually crossed my mind, for a fraction of a millisecond, that if I was one of ‘those’ women, that I could convince myself (and him) that we were a good match. If I was into him, I’m sure I could figure out a way to work around such opposing views, but the fact of the matter is that although he was a terrific guy, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to kiss him. And protect him from the next woman that will inevitably take advantage of him. And wracking my brain for a nice woman to set him up with! This is the message I got in return to my ‘Hi Random Cute Tinder Guy, killer smile! I was bullied as a kid (and I do NOT take that term lightly). Okay, well, to be honest, I’ve been told that men were hitting on me but for some unknown reason, I am incapable of picking up on clues.
My friend, who is my Bumble compatriot, says ‘yeah, Grey is on the fast track’.
We were regaling her with our stories of online dating. I never thought of it as ‘fast tracking’ (proven my 7 years, give or take, of online dating – thus, the blog). And by game, I of course mean a lengthy and soul crushing journey to find the bright shinny penny in the piles of garbage.
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I do things that I like without the thought of ‘I hope I meet a guy doing this’. Plenty of Fish provided NYE date and several unsuitable dates. I did remember another phone based dating app called ‘Coffee Meets Bagel’ that I downloaded last weekend and which has provided me with 2 matches so far.
I’m still on the fence as to whether it’s a hookup site or not. Sadly, yes, but it happens very rarely as I usually swing towards the other end of the spectrum and don’t feel a connection with most. So here are the facts: She’s on one site and has had met 1 man this year.
I was fun and flirty and skinny and pretty and snarky and had a bazillion friends and ‘friends’.