Protected: Como se Tinder? February 26, 2018
And Off He Goes February 22, 2018
So he who still doesn’t have a blog name leaves for vacation today. He’ll be back in 10 days. I won’t. I don’t leave until next week and won’t be back until the 2nd week in March.
Seems like weird timing to meet someone. While I have never believed in ‘bad timing’ and always thought of it as an excuse (unless, of course, you’re about to be imprisoned or deported), maybe that’s what this is.
Our texting has been pretty surface lately. As my new dating coach, Matthew Hussey (seriously, check him out; he knows his shit and is HOT) suggested, I have not been the one to initiate texts. I have not been the needy one. I have not ‘tested’ the situation.
Tonight Mr Vacation (oh, look who just got assigned a completely unimaginative blog name) sent a text apologizing for being incommunicado and kinda bleh the past couple of days. As it was completely unprompted, it was nice. Hey, maybe this shit works! Normally I would completely validate him and not want him to feel bad so would normally excuse everything. As I’m trying to embrace a new normal, all I said was that I appreciated his apology. And then I did something I normally wouldn’t do for fear of sounding needy or *gasp* letting him know I was interested. I told him that I wished that we could have gotten together before he left. Nope, wasn’t even guilt trippy or passive aggressive. It was just a statement and I left it at that.
He responded right back with another apology and saying he wished we could have gotten together as well, but that he just sort of ran out of time. While the old Grey would get all gushy and forgiving and let him off the hook because ‘look! he likes me!’, the new Grey isn’t so sure. He did have time to see me. He had time to see friends. He just didn’t prioritize seeing me and has, in fact, now run out of time.
Maybe we’ll chat while he’s gone, maybe we won’t. I’m not going to initiate anything and I’m not going to worry about it. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of my own damn vacation! Of course I won’t completely write him off as I do think he’s a good guy, but I will pay attention to what he does when I return.
Let’s face it. I don’t really know this guy. We’ve only met once. We’ve since exchanged about 400 text messages. Who knows what will happen. Here’s the difference between old & (hopefully) new Grey; I know what I want and what I deserve. I don’t need to make everything so easy by making myself so available. No, that doesn’t mean I need or want to make things difficult either. It just means I’ll pay attention and while I can ‘mirror’ his effort, I will not do all the work.
Now, while I never lie to others, we all know that I’m pretty damn good at lying to myself, so I guess we’ll see…..
Fast Track February 8, 2018
Not sure what this phrase even means. I guess it’s up for interpretation. To me it means getting to point B from point A as fast as possible. To me it implies taking shortcuts and not really valuing the quality of the ‘route’ but just trying to accomplish something as fast as possible. Mistakes and shoddy quality be damned.
You can imagine the look I gave my friend as we sat at happy hour on Monday with a mutual friend who is married. We were regaling her with our stories of online dating. My friend, who is my Bumble compatriot, says ‘yeah, Grey is on the fast track’. Wasn’t quite sure how to take that. Of course my 1st inclination was to be offended. And I sort of was.
Is that what I’m doing by being on several dating sites at once and going on more than the average number of dates? I never thought of it as ‘fast tracking’ (proven my 7 years, give or take, of online dating – thus, the blog). I think of it more as a game of numbers. And by game, I of course mean a lengthy and soul crushing journey to find the bright shinny penny in the piles of garbage. Yes, there’s someone for everyone. My someone just seems to be hiding. Either that or I’ve already met him and scared him off. Yikes. That thought scares the hell out of me. I’ll choose to go with the hiding theory.
I am currently on Bumble, Plenty of Fish & Tinder. I have several pen pals on Tinder. I’ve yet to meet anyone off of there. I’m still on the fence as to whether it’s a hookup site or not. Plenty of Fish provided NYE date and several unsuitable dates. Bumble is just kind of ‘meh’. I did remember another phone based dating app called ‘Coffee Meets Bagel’ that I downloaded last weekend and which has provided me with 2 matches so far. 1 I met last night and 1 is currently annoying the hell out of me with text messages. I never activated my ‘Our Time’ profile, so that doesn’t count. So let’s see, I’m on 4 apps right now.
Is that too many? I honestly don’t think it is or that I’m fast tracking anything. Do I want to meet someone? Hell yes! Am I willing to settle? Uhm, no. Do I get attached MUCH too quickly to men that I don’t yet really know? Sadly, yes, but it happens very rarely as I usually swing towards the other end of the spectrum and don’t feel a connection with most. Am I okay being alone? Well, my friends, that is the true question. And I don’t really have an answer for that these days.
So here are the facts: She’s on one site and has had met 1 man this year. I’m on four sites and have met 8. We’re both still single. Who’s way is right? As we all know my favorite thing in the universe to do is to overthink things (2018 resolutions be damned), she now has me wondering …….
****edited to add: before all the haters out there bash me for being ‘too picky’, I assure you, I’m not. While I don’t have one of those dreaded ‘lists’ that I expect men to meet, I DO expect to feel the slightest desire to kiss or be kissed by one of them****go about your days now ❤
The Ginger February 6, 2018
I love me a good ginger. No, really. No clue what it is about red haired men, but I just love them. I find them quirky and funny and by and large, just really good guys. So of course when I was sitting at a friend’s house and we were companionably swiping on our Bumble options side by side, we came across the same cute ginger at the same time. While I went ‘yey, a ginger!’ she went ‘bleck’. Oh well, that’s what makes the world go round, I guess. Left swipes and Right ones (figuratively and literally).
I messaged back and forth with The Ginger for a while and discovered that he’s not actually from here. Oh. Boo. He travels for business. I called him out on having a bumble in every port and he clarified that it’s a fun way to meet a new friend for a drink when traveling. Oh, okay. Makes sense. I totally believed him (which, as you know, it’s not a strong point of mine) and asked when he was leaving town.
I ended up meeting him the next night for drinks at a place that I chose. He was adorable. In a total Richie Cunningham sort of way. For those of you that are too young to understand that reference,
fuck off your loss. It was a bit stilted and awkward at 1st, but either due to the vodka sodas or just feeling more comfortable with one another, it turned into a great date!! We ended up staying for hours; talking, laughing, telling stories and just generally having a really good time. No clue if there were any sparks (on either end), but as he doesn’t live here anyway, I took it for what it was. A really fun evening. We ended up exchanging numbers and said we’d keep in touch.
Now, if only I could have a date that good with someone local………..
I May Have Sprained My Finger February 4, 2018
Yes, so I’m now an official Tinder-er. Many faces appear before me that I can choose to swipe left (no thank you) or right (yes, please) on. Guess which one I do more of? Contrary to popular belief (and my own sometimes), I am not desperately looking for someone. It just sure would be nice ……
Anywhoo, most men don’t put any sort of verbiage with their profile pic, so it’s purely based on looks.
Perfect for a superficial bitch like me! Me, being the chatty Cathy that I have been known to be, wrote an actual little cliff’s notes blurb about who I am and whom I am looking for. Being as it’s Tinder, I can only assume it has yet to be read. Luckily, I’ve got some great pics of myself (once I crop out all of my friends and the multitude of cocktails that are usually scattered about, of course).
I’ve matched with several guys so far. Most just sit lined up across the top of my matches page waiting, like an annoying game of chicken, to see who writes 1st. I don’t write 1st. I leave it to them. Yes, that’s just how excited I am about my matches. 😉 Several of them have stepped up and written me. And I’ve written back. Look a me go!
1st there was the 40 year old military hottie whose first question to me was asking what I was looking for on Tinder. With all the self awareness that I could muster, I responded with ‘honestly, I’m not sure’, to which he replied that he was either looking for a serious relationship or a friend. Bullshit. I unmatched us.
Next was a guy that I couldn’t help but feel I had met before. As I’m fairly new to town, I was a little stumped by this. Anyway, we chatted back and forth for a while and he was a bit competitive, more than a bit full of himself and kept giving me clues as to who he is as a human. Not good. All of a sudden I remembered who he was! I had met him, over the summer, when he sat down next to me at a popular bar in town (yes, some things never change). We had started chatting and I found him extremely unlikable at the time. Add to that the fact that he was about 5’7″ and maybe 115 lbs and I just wanted him to go away. I didn’t tell Mr Tinder that we had met before and was just trying to decide how to end our online chat. Luckily he helped me out when he asked what I was doing later that night. I told him I was having dinner and drinks with a friend. He then responded with ‘sounds fun, hit me up after if you want to come over and work off that dinner.” Uhm, no. I didn’t even bother to respond. Unmatch….
I am chatting with a seemingly ‘normal’ and none too harsh on the eyes man. He just seems nice. I realize guys hate that descriptor, but honestly, I think it’s a good thing to be considered nice. Very good. Anyway, we’ve been chatting back and forth for a few days. And he has not hinted once about wanting to meet. Really?! I can only be my charming and witty self for so long with someone I haven’t even met yet. Pull the trigger dude!
Oh, and for the record, I’ve swiped left FAR more than I’ve swiped right. Just sayin’…..
Support January 31, 2018
It’s important. And I’m not talking about in a new bra kinda way. Although I did just get some of those in the anticipation that someone might actually see them in the not so distant future, but we all know how that went. So for now, it’s just me & my dog that get to partake in the visual. However, my online dates get to benefit from the newly found perk. But I digress …..
I fixate. A lot. For a strong, independent Type A personality, I am oddly needy and insecure at times. Usually around men. Oh hell, who am I kidding? Always around men. Men that I like. No clue when this all started as I didn’t used to be this way. I was the one in college that would party with, sleep with and not give a care about some of the hottest and nicest guys on campus. I just wasn’t worried about it. I was young and cute and had my shit together. That seems like a lifetime ago.
Anywhoo, you all know my new theory about dating down. About only dating guys that don’t make me insane. Only dating guys that I will be happy to see, but not obsess about if I don’t. The way I fixate on men is truly disturbing. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean fixate in a Glenn Close, boiled pet bunny sort of way. My fixations only wreak havoc on my own psyche and that of my friends as they have to listen to me spin out of control.
I was out with my best girlfriend in town last night. Her son and several of his friends were there as well. I stated my new dating decision to her. She looked at me inquisitively and I said, with as much self awareness as I’ve always had ‘I just can’t handle dating men that I’m totally into; it makes me a little insane’. Being the good and supportive friend that she is, she rolled her eyes and declared ‘no shit’. She fully supports this new decision of mine.
I am off to meet a new online date. I promise you that if he is too handsome, too nice, too smart, too witty, too anything, that I will high tail it out of there as fast as I can. Here’s hoping that he’s ‘just nice enough’ for me to not spin out of control……..