So here's the thing with online dating. That first week is really exciting. Everyone you scroll through has the potential to be "The One" or at least "Good Enough To Buy Me A Drink". I have winked/flirted with a ton of guys who are now responding to my casual advances. And each one I am looking at, I am so confused as to what I was thinking.
For starters I am still messaging fairly continuously with three guys...granted, of the three, only one is from the original batch last week. The other two are relatively new to my inbox.
The Veteran, as he will now be officially dubbed, is on a burger quest, has an unusual profile picture that hides his eyes, and enjoys margaritas, Ninja Warrior, and weddings. The standard information that I usually get (job, neighborhood, etc.) has not been discussed, which is actually kind of exciting assuming he ever actually proposes a date. But, it's also only been a week, so I'll calm down.
Behind Door #2 we have an English teacher who shall be named the Professor. He's got the nerdy glasses, adorable stubble, and I'm very much blinded by his vocabulary. Nearly blinded enough to ignore that he fessed up to seeing moe. 70 times. No, I'm not talking about the 3rd Stooge either...think jam band beyond DMB. He also has a cat. But he's so adorable! Bleh - with my allergies to cats and jam bands, this will probably only take one sleepover before I come to my senses. Assuming we get that far. I narrowly averted making a Hocus Pocus reference today...I forget not all people appreciate the art of Bette Midler in that movie.
My current 3rd prospect (which, they will all likely fall off the map long before I get around to exchanging numbers) is Meatloaf. Not literally (and I'm not sure if that would be awesome or regrettable), but because he threw a housewarming party featuring 8lbs of meatloaf, a Meatloaf soundtrack, and movies featuring Meatloaf. Personally, I would do this in warmer weather, but I still think it's rather brilliant. He's a bit of a creative type; as an accountant, I tend to seek these "outside the box" thinkers. Perhaps to combat my own rigidity? Shit just got real.
Anywho, these are the people I kind of like. I have, however, spent the better part of today dancing away from my previous declarations of attraction. I've had a message chain with a guy with a ridiculous mustache going that I just deleted. Mainly because I don't think I could ever date Boris and I'm not sure how I feel about a guy being able to twirl any portion of hair on his body. I also gave a guy 4 stars who didn't even have a full face shot. I have no idea why that was a good idea. And he decided to message me. I couldn't put together a response...he was also 5'7"...I'm 5'10" (we think...it's like weighing yourself...you never REALLY want to know once you cross 5'7"). I'm aware these are completely superficial rejections - and I'm not proud of it. But, it's Monday, I'm still half hungover from a weekend in WI, and I'm allowed to make some bad decisions.
I'm trying to keep an open mind and not get so picky. I think a lot of it has to do with putting in the effort to respond to an email. You start weighing the potential for carpal tunnel versus a date. Carpal tunnel won today.
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