Fucking Weirdos
Ugh. So this guy starts messaging me the other day, seems nice enough. 10 years older than me, not ideal and also lives about 9 hours from me by car. So at this point I am done with it really - too many factors against. But he’s OK to talk to, and all of these lying liars on this site say that they’re there to make friends too - so I go ahead and chat with him. And he’s all telling me about how he feels this connection with me, blah blah. Which, fine - I am pretty damn cool to talk to, especially considering that reading what other people type and responding to it in a sensible way is apparently a rare gift. So I ask questions about him based on his profile, etc. So then the next day he’s all telling me that he wants to come to St. Louis for the weekend. What the Penguin Fuck? So that’s a big “Yeah… No.” He wants to get to know me better and he’s really busy for his job, blah blah. Well OK, I suppose it’s flattering that this guy wants to fly down here from out of state to hook up with me, but please be real. Then after I shoot that down and want to think of a way to cut him off without being rude, our conversation gets totally surreal. And it becomes evident to me that he’s not scrolled down to the bottom of our chat box, and he’s answering/asking things based on things that are about 10 rows up from where we actually are in the conversation. I said goodnight and logged off. So tonight he messages me again. And I was all “Whattup with dat crazy shite last night?” (but in non-ghetto English) and he said ”It was too late to make heads or tails, water under the bridge.” Like he just dismissed the whole thing. Whatever. My reply was “Yeah, turning heads and tails into water isn’t ever easy.” and then I made up some excuse to get him to fuck off. Fucking weirdos.
And in the spirit of fucking weirdos, well I guess I have to include me in there too. I have a couple of sane-seeming (of course you never know) cute, educated and employed guys mailing me about politics, religion all kinds of things I ostensibly would like to be discussing with cute, educated and employed boys. And I find all of it excruciatingly dull. I can barely work up the energy to reply to them. You know why? All my time is spent emailing back and forth with a cool polyamorous guy from the same site who is looking for S&M play partners. And I am totally considering it. He’s the most interesting person I’ve met there, the only one who seems not to be full of shit. And I get to talk about sex with him, and we know I enjoy that. So I guess I am a fucking weirdo too - not to want the things I want but wanting the things that I should just leave alone. I know I should be looking for “relationship material” type of people, but having some hot sex with someone who doesn’t want to be in my life in any other way, now that sounds nice.
I am going to die old and alone and be eaten by chihuahuas.
Also I got a haircut today and finally broke down and had it colored too. I couldn’t take these wacky gray hairs that kept popping up. I really liked the stylist and I really like the cut too. And then I went and spent $115 of my birthday money at Sephora. That’s just pure girly joy right there.
OK, that’s it for the fucktards I’ve had to deal with this week, myself included.
Pil? If you’re reading this, we need to talk. I can use some of your expertise here. Email me!
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Anyways, I will mail you from my gmail account. (My steamtree domain got hijacked, and it’s just not worth the hassle to get it back when I didn’t even really like the name anyways!)
I wrote you back.