Clark wanted to get together on Sunday but I said no. Not for lack of physical desire (sex just stokes the internal fires), but I’d had my emotional fill of cock that week. He has been pursuing me, asking when we will see each other. He is single and keen for “good pussy” (Lewis’s words).
I’m seeing him on Monday along with Lewis. Maybe with a bonus (third!) dude and the woman from before. I’d be happy to have all three men at my own disposal but perhaps that makes me greedy. Fuck it, I don’t care.
I am seeing Jake on Friday. When in my latest “screw it I’m filling all my time with girlfriends” phase I booked time to see a close friend for dinner. Jake will come over afterwards in what I’m sure will be a repeat of our last date. I’m okay with that; we’ve discussed setting another date with more time together.
Jake has been in touch daily. Nothing overwhelming but a check in and brief texting back and forth. I’m looking forward to seeing him again. I guess I should put the waterproof mattress pad under my sheets.
Another blast from the past has surfaced. Several weeks ago I literally ran into Andrew at an indoor children’s playground. We both had our kids, so said hi but couldn’t talk. I can’t remember the last time we were in touch – it’s been a long time. I sent him a text saying it was nice to see him and the exchanged ended with him saying perhaps we should meet for a drink. It died there with neither of us following up.
But then, who should I see a few days ago in my “people who have visited you” list on OKC? With a 92% match? He had “liked” me, which made me giggle. I fired off a text saying “so we’re a 92% match?” to which he immediately responded “Yup… I will call you tomorrow.”
Which he did, 6 minutes before a meeting. We had the lightning fast instant intellectual banter I always enjoyed with him. He said he’d answered 653 questions to my 1,500 (when did I ever find the time?!) and we laughed about a few of our “incompatible” answers. I would ignore a spider and he would try to get it outside. I don’t think burning my country’s flag should be illegal and he does.
I had to go to my meeting but we said we’d find a time to meet via text.
I met someone new on OK Cupid. He’ll get a name after our first date, should it go well. He’s 52, tall, and seems boyish and fit. Loves to laugh, travel, has a boat. He’s over-tanned. No kids, never married, but has had a few long term relationships. We had some good banter on the site, then moved to a phone call. The conversation flowed relatively easily.
I’m not sure we’re a great intellectual match, but I’m open to trying different things and people. Like Jake, he’s got a blue collar job – he’s in a union. I don’t inherently care about someone’s job. What I care about is they aren’t intimidated by mine and if they had to join me at a work event they would be comfortable. I care that someone is willing to try things that I like (opera, art galleries, blues clubs) even if it’s not their natural state.
I haven’t told him the last couple of times I was on a boat I got seasick. I suspect that might kill a relationship before it even starts. He disclosed he was a smoker, which wasn’t on his profile. I told him that could be a big issue for me. We’ll see.
My date with him is Friday. Yes, you read that right. I have two dates on Friday.
I’m going to see new sailor dude in the early afternoon, then after dinner at my girlfriends I’m seeing Jake. Yay me.
Ian has been texting very infrequently. After our last date I asked him if he was okay with how things went down. I was worried about telling him I blogged.
Several days later he replied saying yes and made a joke about me being happy with a hard cock between my legs. It landed flat, he said he was just trying to make me laugh but it didn’t seem like it at the time. Admittedly he’s sometimes slightly awkward via text so I’m not reading too much into it.
I sent him a piece of writing I did about dating (not from the blog) a few days later and we had a brief back and forth about it.
We have no plans for a follow up date and that’s alright. I know he’s in the city next week so am intellectually curious whether he will ask to see me, but my heart’s okay if he doesn’t.
I met someone else on Bumble but haven’t had the capacity to start a conversation with him. I think I should tell him I’m overwhelmed and will reach out to him at another time. There’s been nothing particularly captivating about the dialogue so far. Someone who can’t text “good morning” but instead just says “gm”… really?
I shut down my Bumble profile. OK Cupid is still open but I’m not engaging with anyone else at this point. There have been so many uninteresting or ridiculous opening messages but I no longer respond to them unless the person is really captivating or they’ve made a big effort (and then I will say something like “thank you but I’m not interested”) because otherwise I get a torrent of nasty stuff back.
If someone interesting comes along I will definitely entertain them.
I can’t even talk too much about Kyle yet. I’ve taken a different approach with him because I want so desperately to believe a truth different than his actions. I’ve said to myself “what would I do if I believed he was actually interested in me?” and so have reached out a few times proactively.
He’s responded every time. He said if he wasn’t into me, he would have told me. He said he hasn’t been on a date since he saw me and the reason he and I haven’t been on another date is because he’s been travelling and slammed with work.
I don’t particularly believe him, but I’d like to. I finally moved past being hurt that he didn’t pursue me, so now I’m intellectually curious what will happen.
But the best news is I’m busy enough he and his rejection are no longer top of mind. My dance card is full. I’m sure it won’t stay that way, and that’s okay too, but it’s good for right now.