Okay, so I snuck in the fact that I met a very handsome and very tall gentleman at one of Doppelganger’s hosted events in Vegas. No, he doesn’t work with her, that would be much too easy. I actually introduced myself to him. Who knew I still had cojones enough to do that? Even crazier is that it apparently worked! We talked for the next hour and a half. Okay, more accurately, he talked and I tried not to slur. 😉 Actually, I don’t think I was that bad, but who knows? So we chatted and flirted and laughed and had fun. And then he had to leave. Damn responsible people. He lets me know he’d like to see me again, but of course he lives in another state. Of course he does. We exchange numbers, he gives me a very sweet, very respectful kiss and off he went. I texted him later to say that I enjoyed meeting him. And received no response. Oh, I remember this from online dating. I’m being blown off. Awesome! Anyway, today I got a FB friend request from him. Really? A grown man who can’t reply to a text but goes out of his way to track me down on FB and friend request me 2 days later? There wasn’t even a personalized note or anything. Anyway, after scouring my FB page to make sure there was no incriminating evidence, I accepted his request. Without a personalized note either. Two can play at that ridiculous game.
While over there, I did check out his pics which are damn handsome, but really? First dating forces me to learn how to text message and now I have to break cardinal rule #2 and FB friend someone?! Unbelievable.