To get you and your cats into the holiday season!
One of the things about most men, is that they don’t like to look like they’re assholes. Even if they are. They could go around being the biggest prick in the world, with the biggest smile on their face, but as soon as you call them out on their shit, BOOM. They were just joking, and you’re a bitch.
Here’s today’s example from Tinder (oh, and the time stamps will make sense about half way through):
James [August 25]: 5’10” hey?
Me [August 25]: Yes!
James [August 25]: Sexy
Me [August 25]: Lol, you?
James [August 25]: 6’5
Me [August 25]: Nice
James [August 26]: Do you live downtown?
Me [August 26]: Bayview
James [August 29]: Okay 😦
For people who don’t know how far away that is, it’s like a total of a 7 minute drive… but oh, sad face! lame.
Me [August 29]: That’s cool. I used to live on that side of town
James [August 29]: Sooo, lets hang out
Me [August 29]: Lol, okay. I’m in New Jersey for work right now. Won’t be available til next week
And I actually was! He should have seen that I was like 700 miles away on Tinder.
James [August 29]: Aw, ok
James [September 11]: Soo….
Me [September 11]: Hi
James [September 11]: Miss me?
Me [September 11]: Lol, of course…
James [September 11]: Awwwwwwwwww
James [September 15]: Sweet
James [November 8]: Elle, guess what?!?!?
Me [November 8]: What?
……Oh, that’s all you got…. okay…..????
James [December 8 – TODAY 2:33 am]: Come over
2:33 am…? “Come over”… no fucking way…
Me [6:53 am]: ?
James [6:59 am]: Tinder booty call….lol
You’ve got to be kidding me…..
James [9:18 am]: We can make that a morning booty call ❤
Oh, you’re not….
Me [11:01 am]: What makes you think I would want to do that?
Because, ya know, none of our conversations, if you can call them that, have even gone there AT ALL!!!!!!!!!
James [11:24 am]: I’m just trying to get a reaction out of you at this point. Obviously you aren’t interested if I have to say something like that to even get you to respond. So never mind.
Fucking come on. I’m not buying that shit. You’re ‘just trying to get a reaction’ out of me. Fuck you. If you wanted to know me, maybe ask me how my damn day was, or that fucking trip to New Jersey? What kind of music do I like? What’s my favorite color? It’s green, and you’d know that if you even bothered to fucking ask. You know, just the standard ‘I’m-trying-to-get-to-know-you-fucking-typical-questions’ that you’re supposed to ask, jerk. Not this bullshit ‘Miss me?’ and ‘Elle guess what??!?!’ and ‘Sexy’… yeah, I can totally tell that you really want to get to know me. Wow… I mean, just SWOON.
Me [11:47 am]: That’s bullshit. I’ve responded to you every time you’ve written to me.
James [11:48 am]: Nope, wrote you 3 times in September and you didn’t respond once.
Oh, so now we’re counting. Sweet, you know numbers. That’s cool…. except you don’t.
Me [11:51 am]: Yes I did.
James [11:52 am]: Dude. I’m looking at it right now. This isn’t worth arguing. If you were interested you’d talk to me. So yeah, I figured we should at least have a booty call and have fun. Oh well.
Ohhhh, did ya figure that out all on your own??? That we should have a ‘booty call and have fun’… Did you not consider that I wouldn’t want to???… well, damn, I guess I’m really not interested…..OH WELL.
Me [11:56 am]: Lol, I’m also looking at it. Whatever. You’re right, it’s not worth arguing. Because this stupid stunt you tried to pull this morning pretty much ruined it.
James [11:56 am]: Lmao. It wasn’t a stunt. I was serious.
Fucking hell, I’m so over this.
Me [12:00 pm]: I am also.
James [12:02 pm]: You’re a prude and slightly delusional.
HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!! Ever since my 7 year relationship with Prick Clayson ended 3 years ago, I have had so many one night stands, and random sexual encounters, because I was trying to make up for the ‘lost time’… I’ve certainly toned it down since then, but…WHAT?? Me? A “prude”? ME???? HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH! And I’m “slightly delusional”, let’s not forget that little nugget!! I must be out of my damn fucking mind because I don’t want to climb on top of your penis right now!!!! Please….
Me [12:03 pm]: Hahahahahaha. You don’t know that about me. I’m hardly a prude. I just don’t like the command “come over”, when there has been nothing to culminate that.
Seriously. That was a ‘command’, which kind of bordered on the side of a ‘demand’. And really, how do I know that you’re not a misogynistic creep-hole serial killer… . But, fuck it. “Come over”… yeah, that’ll happen…..NEVER.
James [12:05 pm]: I know. What a terrible thing for me to say. I deeply apologize. How offensive.
I can’t tell if this is an apology, or just complete sarcasm. Either way, I’m done. There’s no way, after all of this, that I’m gonna be like Mario and jump to the top of your flag pole.
Oh…… wait….he’s not done….
James [2:36 pm]: It’s ironic because if you would’ve come over, sex or no sex, we would’ve gotten to know more about each other in the first 10 minutes than we have in the last 3 months of tinder messages.
Dude, I don’t think you get “irony”… and ‘sex or no sex’… guy please, you were only about sex. Let’s not forget, “So yeah, I figured we should at least have a booty call and have fun. Oh well.”…. yeah, don’t go through all of this and tell me that you want to get to know me, and it’s not all about sex. You’re a fucking idiot.
James [2:36 pm]: We were going nowhere. I wanted to meet you. Worth a shot.
It was “worth a shot”…. The only shot this guy wanted was one in my pants. And that’s got two meanings.
Aside from my post a few days ago, I haven’t posted in over a month. There’s a reason for it. I was putting something off – this post.
I’ve had this thought brewing inside my head for such a long time, but wasn’t ready to share it. Because once I share it, it’s out there, its “truth”. So here it is, my truth. But, I’m going to have to jump back a few months to catch you up.
Way back, all the way back to my very first post, I’m Not Okay, I mentioned someone called Tallguy, and that I’d explain it later.. I haven’t done it yet. Not because he’s out of my mind. But because he’s been on my mind every day. This will probably come as a surprise to most of my close friends because I’ve never brought it up, because I haven’t wanted to admit it.
I first started talking to Tallguy in May this year. We first started talking on pof, and had our first date on June 1st. We had talked a lot before that first date, and by the time I met him, I felt like we knew eachother really well. I was nervous that would mean that we wouldn’t have much to talk about once we met. It was the opposite. The date ended up being 5 hours long, and we talked the entire time. We really connected….we “clicked”. After that we talked a bunch more, but then, out of no where, he started doing the “slow fade”. You know what I mean by that, takes longer and longer to get back to you, then ceases communication completely. Then, there it was a text message that basically said that he was too busy with work, and couldn’t really focus on a relationship at the moment.
Fine. I’m not going to beg someone to be with me. Whatever. It sucked, I was bummed, but I’m not that girl who will argue with someone who says they don’t want to be with you. Too many people have done that to me, I’m not going to be that girl.
A month went by, and I thought about Tallguy everyday. It really pissed me off. I don’t like being hung up on a guy that I can’t do anything about. But that month came and went, and then something happened, Tallguy texted me. He felt that he made a huge mistake, and hadn’t been able to get me off his mind. I was conflicted. If he blew me off once, he could certainly do it again. But I still wanted to know, needed to see what would happen. I gave him a second chance. Well, I’m going to cut this part of the story really short. We met again, we connected, we “clicked”. But eventually, after a few weeks, he did do it again. He blew me off. A week later he messaged me on facebook, and this is what it said:
Elle, First off all, I want to begin this message with an apology. I’m sorry. I handled this situation all wrong. You didn’t know me well enough to know that I have been struggling with starting something new with someone, and have had a tendency to ruin something good. I am really sorry for my lack of conversation this past week and treating you the way I did. You’re an amazing girl. Seriously. You’re SUCH a catch. I’m pretty much an idiot. So, I will make this message short and get to the point.
The girl I spent 8 years of my life with, that I split up with 11 months ago, somehow managed to make her way back into my life around my birthday time. I spent that night before with you, and it was incredible. But to be honest, every girl that I have spent time with or gotten close with in the past 11 months, I have felt guilty about. My heart still belonged to “her” and I was just doing what I thought was right and needed to be done in order to move on. But the truth is, I was really still hurt from my last relationship, wasn’t ready to move on, and wasn’t going to be able to fully commit. So, in a weird way, I saved you from further hurt down the line by ending things sooner rather than later because my heart wasn’t in the game the way my mind and body were. I don’t know what is going to happen with my ex and I, but I do know that it seems like we have both changed a substantial amount within the past year and both have more capability for making it work if we choose to go down that path again.
It was amazing to meet you, and honestly, you were on my mind a lot. I wanted it to be you so badly. You were/are SO my type. I love how family oriented you are, ambitious, astonishingly beautiful, successful, independent, sweet, and you’re just the total package. Seriously.
I know I didn’t have to write all of this. I could have just kept blowing you off, but you are worth more than that. You deserve an explanation and this is my attempt at making it right.
You don’t have to reply to this email. In fact, I would prefer that you didn’t just because I feel it will make things more difficult. I know we only spent a short amount of time together, but it seriously meant a lot to me. I will definitely miss you and think about you anytime I go to Milwaukee or visit any of the places we spent together. I wish you the very best, and I hope you continue to be happy. Any guy will be extraordinarily lucky to have you.
Well. As much as it sucked to read that, it was awesome to get ANY KIND of explanation. After all of that, I had a lot to say, and despite what he wanted, I responded, he doesn’t get to make all of the decisions…
Hi Tallguy. I know you don’t want a response from me, but you’re going to get one anyway.
Something that you didn’t know about me, is that I also have a history of ruining something good. In the past three years I have found whatever I could about a guy, big or small, to justify ending it. When a guy became too involved or attached, I went running for the hills!!! Haha.
That was different with you. I never felt that. And it was a strange thing for me. It was something completely new. I liked it. I’m not telling you that to make you feel bad or guilty. I’m telling you this because it was HUGE step for me. I’m happy for it, even though things have already ended.
I want to Thank you. And I want you to know, that I’m not mad, I’m not holding a grudge. Mostly because I get it. I completely understand because I was where you are currently. My heart hasn’t belonged to ‘him’ for a very long time, but I pushed people away because I was protecting myself. I never had that fear with you. And maybe its because of you, maybe its just because enough time has passed. Either way, you were a part of that step. So thank you.
I wouldn’t have minded staying friends, but I see you already un-friended me – lol. It’s okay. Maybe you can’t do that, and that’s fine.
So good bye, Tallguy, and good luck. Good luck with everything, whether you choose to amend things with your ex or not, your job – possible new job, your goals, your life.
All of that, all that I said, was and still kind of is true. And even since then, when me messaged me in July, I’ve thought about him every day. That all kind of dissipated though when I started talking to Beardman. And well, what do you know?!?! It’s already over with Beardman. He ended it a few weeks ago. He had started doing the slow fade for about a week, and then he called me. He apologized for being flaky, we caught up a little bit, and then he says something along the lines of “So, I know this is probably really going to suck, but I don’t think this is really working for me. I don’t know why, it doesn’t make sense. You’re smart, funny, beautiful, but it’s not really clicking for me. I wanted to do this in person, but then I was afraid that I would just sleep with you instead. That would have been way worse.”…
Yeah, guy, that would have been way worse. But I did really appreciate the call, the explanation, and the consideration of not continuing to blow me off.
So, the thought that’s been stuck with me, ‘What an amazing thing it is for two people to actually click’. How was it that I was clicking with Beardman but he wasn’t? What is it about how Tallguy and I clicked, but his connection and feelings for someone else was stronger?
Or did I really click with anybody at all? Did I think I was clicking because desperately wanted to? I don’t fucking know.
Quite frequently I receive messages from dating sites, and this includes all of them, where I wonder, SERIOUSLY, GUY? JUST, WHAT THE FUCK?
Today, such a thing happened…
Derk: Hi, my name is Derk. How are you? I like your pictures. You seem very photogenic. Very beautiful. So you’re young, beautiful, no children. How does that happen?
Dude, are you for real? I mean seriously? Who says this? “You’re young, beautiful, no children. How does that happen?” Gee, I don’t know, bro. And where the fuck are you from? Where are you getting these overtly outrageous over generalizations about women??? …
Me: What kind of question is that I’m “Young, beautiful, no children. How does that happen?” Youth and beauty doesn’t equal popping out kids.
And you know what, ugliness doesn’t equal no kids, either!
Derk: I’m sorry if my question upset you. Just a lame attempt at conversation maybe…
Derk: …but to be fair, there are very few women out there who don’t have tons of children, so it was a legitimate question. Sorry if you took offense.
…. LEGITIMATE QUESTION??? What the fuck?? You’re kidding right? Yeah, some of my friends have children, but not TONS. If they have any, they have one or two. And most of my friends have none. Dude….
Derk: I just meant that someone like you is a rare find. Most younger, beautiful women have armies of children already. That’s all I meant. Kind of a joke/question all in one.
Armies of children. Armies. ARMIES?!?!? I just… I don’t even… just, what? Dude says it’s a joke, but after all of this, I’m not buying it. You’re the joke, guy!
Me: I’m sorry to disappoint you, but no. No, I have not had multiple groups of fighting warrior children come out of my vagina. And clearly you severely over generalize women. Did it ever occur to you that I’d like to get my career in order before having children? Because, ya know, kids cost fucking money, guy.
I think that last message did it. No response, but that’s fine. I don’t need someone who lives in the 1950s all up in my business.
Things with Beardman have been going pretty great. Like I don’t even care about the beard that recently kind of freaked me out before. Great sex will do that to a girl. And by that, I mean 5 orgasms the first time around kind of good sex. Yes, you read that right. In fact, it kind of completes the beast-mode effect that happens when he gets really into it. And I definitely like that!!!
For the second time that he came over, I decided to pull out the big guns. And by guns I mean my no-gag reflex. I’m pretty awesome. Not that I’m bragging, because that’s just a really weird thing to brag about, I just have some incredible skill at going down on a guy.
However, while I was down there, I realized there was a hair in my mouth. And the string of thoughts went like this:
Oh…what?… I think… Oh god there’s something in my mouth.
Umm, is that a hair? Oh, no. No. No. No. There is a hair in my mouth.
Please be a beard hair in my mouth. Please be a beard hair! Please be a beard hair!! PLEASE BE A BEARD HAIR IN MY MOUTH!!!!
That pretty much halted any awesomeness that I could have achieved down under. Maybe next time…
Great profile… Great Smile …. I’m big, bold, and blunt… Our profiles share a lot of similarities, it a good chance our personalities will too… It’s not to often you run across a farmers daughter living in the big city. If you’re interested in grabbing a drink, let me know.
Well, it caught my attention, it was pretty obvious that he had read my profile, so I might as well check him out. The first thing I saw was this guy with a giant beard. His pictures make him out to be this rebel biker guy. Totally not somebody I would go for. But I did read his profile. And he was right. We did share a lot of similarities. So, okay, what the hell. Now’s the time to get out of my comfort zone and try out those things that I wouldn’t normally go for.
I decided to set up a date with him last Friday after work. The date was set for a gallery showing at the Harley Davidson Museum, followed by a few drinks. It couldn’t hurt, right?
The day before I almost cancelled it. If I haven’t mentioned this before, I kind of get hurt all the damn time. That morning I had got something in my eye, and rubbed my eyeball so hard that it was swollen and red. And when I say swollen, I mean that the entire white parts of my right eye were so swollen, but your pupils don’t swell at all, so the end result was that my eyeball looked like a belly button! As you can imagine, this caused some panic on my end. I went to my doctor and got them rinsed and checked out, and she gave me this ointment, not drops. This stuff was like medicated Vaseline. And after I put it in, I would end up blinking it out, which meant it would get all over my face. Plus wearing any make up at all was completely out. Fuck. I didn’t want to go on a date with no make up on. Especially with my eyes all ‘shiny’. So, I almost cancelled the date because of that. But also I was nervous about taking a chance.
In the end, I just thought You know what, Elle? Fuck it. This actually sounds like a cool date. So I stuck with the plan.
Well, he came and picked me up – which, having a guy pick me up is something I almost never do. Things can go so wrong so quickly, and it’s nice to have my own escape plan! But I took another chance. He was waiting out side, gave me a hug, and opened the car door for me. Now THAT has never happened before. You’ve already received some points there, BigBeard.
We got dinner at a hole-in-the-wall Mexican place that was really great, and really great for people watching. We talked for probably an hour there, and you know what? It wasn’t terrible! We went to the HD Museum, which is actually a really cool building. He taught me some stuff about the bikes that were there, and I taught him stuff about the building. When I was in architecture school I toured it before it was opened. I kind of know things. It’s not a big deal. I’m like freaking girl Ted Mosby.
Afterwards we went to a German Beer Hall downtown, and met up with a few of his friends from his bike club. They were all really cool. While we were getting another drink, one of the bartenders made a joke, ‘Oh hey! Do you gotta dig all the way in there to get a kiss?? Hahahaha’.. Well, fuck, no sir, I haven’t made it there yet, but golly jee, now that ya bring it up, digging all the way up there is kind of terrifying.
After that we left and went to another bar in my neighborhood. We stayed out until bar close, casually drinking and talking. Much to my surprise, I actually had a really great time. He’s a smart guy, an engineer with multiple degrees. Likes to try new things. Similar tastes in food and music. He’s really funny. He’s also really tall, 6′-6″, I really like tall guys. Like me, he also grew up on a farm, which is rare to find in the City. I could go on and on about this. .. But then there is the one thing. That beard. It’s distracting. It moves when he talks, and then I zone in and stare at it. But that’s it. That’s the one thing.
We left the bar, and he drove me home, and walked me to my door. Ahhhhh… It’s coming!!!!! He leaned in for the kiss, and it was just a peck. Which was good. I would need baby steps with a beard like that.
Well, last night, I had my second date with him. I decided to give him another shot. And I had another great time. I guess we’ll see where that goes.