Hell no, I didn’t talk to TD about anything of importance! Have we not met? I need to obsess about it and run through 5 bazillion different scenarios in my head first before I actually even begin to think about blurting out the all time most lame line ever of ‘do you like me’? I should just get him drunk (not all that hard to do) and slam him up against a wall and kiss him, but I’m afraid I’d either a) give the poor guy a heart attack or b) make him wet his pants. Although yes, this is certainly what I would hope he would do to me at some point (no, not the wetting of the pants or heart attack), it is getting pushed to the bottom of my ‘to do’ list for now.
I logged onto Match this morning. Took a gander at the rejects that have me marked as a favorite (honestly, I wish I could post a link as it the scariest looking group of guys outside of a chain gang that I’ve seen in a long time). Ran a quick search of my own to see who was new on the site. After spending all of 14 seconds reciting my new mantra of ‘no, not him’ to each and every one of them, I logged back off. Oh wait, I did change my profile picture. Yey me. I should log onto Plenty of Tools just for shits and giggles. Or OkStupid to see how many times Irish Guy has checked out my profile. Eh, maybe later.
Oh, yey me! It’s as if the website has ears and opts to fuck with me every time I slam on it. OkStupid just sent me a bunch of new profiles of eligible bachelors in my area. Go ahead and guess who was on it. No really, guess. Why the hell do they insist on doing things like this to me? Damn, I’m gonna have to have a loooong talk with my faux self about stalking his profile and monitoring log in times. Ick. I hate me.