I don’t know if Match had a ‘take pity on the 44 year old single lady’ day or what yesterday, but I was quite popular. And while that should normally make a person who internet dates very happy, I couldn’t help but wonder why. I was at happy hour with a friend last night and while she had to take a call, I checked my e-mails and apparently had a very strange look on my face when I did as she asked what was wrong. I was actually staring at messages from 5 guys. FIVE. No lame winks, no one line lewd comments, but honest to goodness messages. Including 2 dinner invitations. Uhm….
Now, my Doppelganger and I have figured out that a dinner invitation is the kiss of death. Not for him or for me, but for ‘us’. By and large, I do not accept dinner invitations. I like to meet up for a quick drink and have an escape route pre-planned before meeting. Dinner dates are just awkward. They last long, you actually eat in front of someone new and you have to come up with conversation while not talking with your mouth full. Never a good combination. I have only gone out on dinner dates with 3 guys I think. And those ‘relationships’ ended in a shitstorm sorta way. There was Lemon Zinger from last year (asshole), there was sweet Paul (dear john letter) and there was craptastic Webster. I need not remind anyone how well that one worked out for me. 😉
Mean or not, I’m testing my theory again. I have accepted a dinner invitation. From the guy who winked back at my wink! When I didn’t respond to his stellar winking, he wrote me a message. A very sweet one. And as I like to eat, I figured what the hell, I’ll accept. That will be taking place on Sunday.
Red Onesie (it’s like I have the special ed world of online dating courting me this week) wanted to meet for lunch or a drink. I opted for a drink, but we have not set a date yet. He keeps writing me silly messages though.
Gun Range Guy sent me a message yesterday informing me that he had finally read my profile and didn’t think we had much in common. He said he was ‘okay’ with just hanging out if I wanted. Gee, thanks. I didn’t respond. I guess that got his competitive juices flowing as he sent me a really long and funny message backtracking on all he said and sending me his phone number. He wrote me 2 more messages last night and they were both very funny and entertaining. I guess he’s just a boring stick in the mud until he figures out that the person he’s talking to is not, in fact, a ring chaser? Who knows. Not sure what I’m going to do with this one.
Fanny Pack Guy (sorry, too late to change his name to camera case guy) texted and e-mailed throughout the day. And is entirely smitten. Which we all know does not bode well for him. Poor thing. We are set to meet on Saturday, but not sure exactly where, when or what we’ll be doing.
The last message was from some random guy on Match who’s profile I have yet to read. My schedule is crazy busy this week (yet, I still find time to blog – you’re welcome), so none of these dates can take place before the weekend and as I seem to now be booked for Saturday and Sunday, they may trickle into next week. When inevitably, I will have scared them all off by then and will start this cycle over again. 😉
Now, in pat myself on the back impressive news, I want you all to know what a stellar text messager I am becoming. No really. We all know how much I used to hate texting. I’m getting really good at it now. And to prove my awesomeness at it, I was texting, simultaneously mind you, 2 blog friends, 1 work friend, Tall Dark and Fanny Pack at the same time last night. With NO misfired text messages! Duh, not sure why I’m always on the receiving end of messages meant for someone else, but I guess some people are just better at this than others. 😉
Don’t take any of this to mean that I am now going to move on to IM as I will forever think that it is (along with Facebook) the root of all evil and reserved mainly for perverts and pedophiles online.