Zylon
4361
Not “a” bar. I was referring to the bar area of a restaurant.
‘Excuse me, does this smell like chloroform to you?’
It looks like I’ll be checking that great OKC quiver again soon. After two weeks we had ‘the talk’ last night which can be roughly translated as him not thinking opposites attract after all.
I have technically been dumped after two weeks. I say technically because during last night’s chat I was persuasive enough to get a stay of execution. I suspect it won’t matter in the end but will know for certain whenever he calls (which should be soon™). Kind of bummed, naturally, but meh.
I’ve already resumed automatically deleting everything in my OKC quiver.
Dammit, Ned. Go shit in his mailbox. (I understand from reading the First Date Smoochin’ thread that postal defecation is the appropriate response in this situation.)
It’s funny, I don’t automatically delete everything in my Quiver feed, but it’s almost never anything relevant whatsoever. shudder Why some of those people have such a high Match%, I will never know.
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death. Horseman, pass by.
Not parsed right:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
It’s Yeats. He deserves to be quoted correctly.
Sadly the chances for internet dating horror stories coming from me any time soon are approaching nil.
The woman from OKC that I last took on a date has changed her tune from “sure I’d like to go out again” to “Oohh sorry I’m not sure. I think I’m going to be pretty busy. Maybe some other time.” This is perfectly acceptable seeing as people do have a tendency to be busy, but I’ve called her twice (once on Tuesday and again today) and both times she’s blown me off if I bring up the subject. I then ask her about next week and she says “I’m not sure.” End of conversation. She’s gone from talkative and flirty to answering all my questions with as few words as possible and a flat tone. Maybe I’m over-analyzing, but I’m willing to bet that she’s lost any interest she may have had.
That said, I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt because she does work in retail (a special circle of hell in its own right) and not only does it keep her busy, but they also have a bad habit of not telling employees what schedule they’re going to be working very far ahead of time. So it’s entirely possible that she really isn’t sure when she’ll be available. On top of that, who’s to say her boss isn’t giving her hell at work or maybe it’s that time of the month or maybe she’s had trouble with her family? A million things could be going on so I don’t feel 2 phone calls over the course of 1 week (in which she simply says “maybe”) is indicative of much anything.
I figure I’ll give her another call sometime the beginning of next week and if her story hasn’t changed then I’ll take the hint and simply forget about it. Nobody can say I haven’t tried. At this point, if she has any interest, she’s got my phone number. I’m not a hard guy to get in contact with.
For those of you in this thread for the train wrecks (and who doesn’t enjoy a good crash and burn every now and then?) there is a bright side. A few other women have responded positively to messages I’ve sent so there’s a chance that I’ll be trying OKC first date round 2 sometime within the next week or so.
You’re not overanalyzing. If she were interested, she would say “I’m not sure what my schedule will be, but I’ll give you a call when I find out.” As someone who did eventually have a successful date I can tell you that when it happens, you’ll know. It’s only when all you’re getting is varying levels of failure that you start questioning yourself about what constitutes rejection. You can call her again if you want to feel like you’re doing your due diligence, but I’m pretty confident you’re wasting your time.
I concur with Shadarr. She seems to have lost interest for whatever reason so you’re better off cutting your losses now and moving on.
And speaking of which…
We had “The Talk, Part 2” today while strolling along English Bay beach and taking in all the people having actual fun. He confirmed that he was “conflicted” but still felt it wouldn’t work out. To be fair, he has some fairly substantial baggage and he basically blamed himself. We went back to his place and (TMI alert) had what I’m fairly safe in assuming was the best breakup sex I will ever have. Yow.
We then agreed to be friends* and I’m helping him move to a different suite in his building at the end of the month. So we’ve achieved a compromise of sorts: keeping all the fun parts of the relationship and jettisoning the rest. I’m actually okay with that as it takes the pressure off.
I should be back to posting about more awkward meet-ups or weird e-mail exchanges via OKC and other sites soon.
Yep, my gut feeling agrees with you both guy’s advice. I think I’ll take it.
Meanwhile, back in the realm of dating sites, I offer two exhibits as I begin the journey once again.
Exhibit A: How not to crop a face out of a photo. Maybe it’s just me but the woman on the right looks like a faceless monster from a horror movie.
Exhibit B: This is a quiz. One profile I read began “I like my men like onions;” Finish the sentence. The first thing that came to my mind was:
“I like my men like onions; they make me cry.”
This is not the correct answer.
I’m assuming they’re looking for “with layers.” Or something along those lines.
Maybe they just like stinky dudes, though. Onions are rather pungent.
With big stalks sticking out of them?
They turn brown and caramelize when you saute them?
They taste good in fajitas?
— Alan
kerzain
4378
I like my men like onions, bulbous.
I like my men like onions, on my beefsteak.
I like my men like onions, with rough papery skin.
I like my men like onions, seedless.
I like my men like onions, one inch deep and six inches apart.
I like my men like onions, maggot and thrip free.
I like my men like onions, cut.
Kael
4379
“I like my men like onions, calling to me from the burlap sack I keep in the pantry, demanding that I come to them again, with the brand and the razor wire, cutting until the fear goes away. I awake in a pool of blood and urine, strangely aroused by the loose sack hanging above me. Remembering you as it drips down upon me.”
Kael
4380
I guess we know why I never tried online dating.
