October 11th, the day after the worst soul-destroying date ever. I’d like to pretend I handed it well, I definitely didn’t. I cried… a lot. And to be honest, I didn’t get out of bed. I am not sure why that one hurt so badly but it did.
After many hours in bed, I nipped on to the site and noticed
not only had he crushed my confidence, but he had also blocked me as well. To
be honest, I got mad at that point, still teary eyes but mad. So, I did what any
rational person would do… I went looking for a fight.
Cue Hugh; good looking guy, but just a picture, age, and
location on his profile. In my mind he was bound to be a creep just after one thing,
so I dropped him a message. And he messaged back. But to my surprise not with the
standard “do you have anymore pictures”. He sent me a message that included
facts from my profile. So, I kept messaging him, however, I was still a little
confrontational and maybe blunter than I’d otherwise be.
Then he let it split he had joined 8 dating sites and that’s
why there was no information on it. Yes, my friends, you heard that right…. 8.
So I asked the question “are you just trying to get laid?” He responded back with a reasonable answer about
just trying to get back out there after a breakup. And since I was forced on
the site by my gay husband, I get that. So,
the conversation continued. And continued some more and before he went to bed
that night, he had asked me on a date for the following Saturday.
I am going to leave this here, and the next post will be our
dates. As always, stay and play safe.
Love,
