Yup, it’s a love/hate relationship I have with internet dating. Every tool, douchebag, grandfather and idiot seems to love me and I happen to hate when I allow someone past my radar that doesn’t deserve it.
Remember my coffee date with the really funny guy? The snarky and smart and short(ish) one from Match.com that I spent all of an hour with? Yeah, him. We texted a couple of times and then nothing so I texted him today with an awesomely heartfelt ‘Gee, short guy (not really, but he doesn’t deserve a better nickname right now) I guess I shouldn’t have put that deposit down on a reception hall. Happy New Year!” To which transpired a few cute texts about him trying to engage me in ‘sexting’ and my not responding before. Of course, I thought he was kidding so ignored the jab and made some smartass answer in response. To which he brought up sexting again. And again. And then asked me what I was doing. And wearing. To which I ignored until………UNTIL….. he told me I needed to ‘relax’. I HATE that. Honestly, bugs the shit out of me more than using the word ‘moist’ in any context. So in true passive aggressive fashion I send back:
“You’re right. I do need to relax. I’m sorry, my bad. We did meet for an entire hour once. Hang on and I’ll send you some naked pictures of myself……..”
To which I got back ‘LOL” ……….. dumb fucker
~ Anyway, I’m off to spend NYE with TD. And he better give me a ‘real’ kiss at midnight.