Tag Archive: dating


In no particular order, here are some things that men do that grate on my nerves.

- Interrupting.
Okay, so…we’re on a date, which theoretically means you’d like to get to know me better, right? THEN WHY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP CUTTING ME OFF? Everytime I start to talk about something, whatever is in your mind is so much more important. I guess another man’s penis is more important to me then. Go away.

- Leading Someone On
There’s nothing wrong with messing around with someone you like. Fine, you don’t want to make anything official, but you’ve still been seeing the girl and/or messing around often enough that one could conclude feelings are involved.

It was more than just fucking around…. a seven hour drive just talking, putting your arms around her and kissing her cheek in front of your family, admitting your jealousy when she talks to her male friends, taking her cat to the vet with her, etc. All that, and then you say “I DON’T WANT A GIRLFRIEND.” Okay, if she likes you enough, she’ll stick with you, settling for the casualness and hoping you’ll change your mind, since after all, you’re with her all of the time.

Then, randomly, you’re “in a relationship.” Wow. Okay, so its not “I don’t want a girlfriend,” it’s “I don’t want YOU as my girlfriend.” Wouldn’t it have just been easier and nicer to say that in the first place, instead of telling her how beautiful she is, buying her dinners, helping her with family issues, fixing her car, and all those other stupid things a boyfriend would do? Why even waste a woman’s time?

There’s a difference between just fucking someone for casual sex, and leading someone on.

-Being a Flake
To be honest, I didn’t like these guys that much to begin with, so when they get flaky, it just makes me dislike more. I don’t understand men who will repetitively ask a woman out, tell her they like her a lot, ask for her number, give vague future plans, then just NEVER follow through.

An example: one guy sent me an email stating he’d liked me a lot since college, five years ago. After running into me again, he really hoped he could see me again, would love to take me out on a date. He was away at school, asked for my number, and said he’d call me that weekend.

Frankly, I could have cared less. But I’m in that whole “give everyone a chance” phase. He never called. Weeks later, apologized, said he’d been really busy at school. Asked to make it up to me. Fine. Did it again. Then sent one jokingly saying he how never goes through with what he says. I didn’t like him, now I LOATHE him. Its just annoying now. I was willing to give you a chance until i spent 5 months randomly answering his messages about much he likes me and wants to take me out. My ass. If you liked me, you would have made it happen.

Another example – a guy who will constantly say he’s coming to hang out, willing to pick you up, meet up, etc. Yet, EVERY TIME he mysteriously doesn’t show. Not even a “hey can’t make it.” Just…not showing. Okay, well I’m not the one up your ass, you’re the one randomly calling and texting to tell me you want to see me that night. Why are you bothering me then? I could have made plans with someone I actually want to see.

And that concludes this installment of things that men do that irritate me. More to come.

I miss the coyness of dating, the way you’d tell someone you like them without “sexting”, or any other means of fucking around before any actual intimacy. The subtle gestures, stolen glances, and lower lip biting in anticipation of even speaking to that particular person. You know, the want.

Those days are long gone, and it makes me tremendously put off.

Recently I started seeing a guy. He was so sweet, and so refreshingly unlike any other guy I’ve ever really met. Funny, charming, alarmingly cutesy with me. Pretty much perfection.
After a few weeks, I decided to sleep with him. Being the adult I am, I figured I didn’t have to play by any “rules” and wait for him to contact me. So, i did.
I was met with answers to questions i hadn’t even thought to ask, let alone verbally ask him what he responded with.

Another week has gone by. No word on his account.
It goes to show just because one of them doesn’t act like the rest of them, that they wont eventually be.
It sucks too. This one could have been different.

Also, I met him via okcupid. So if you’re keeping count, let me know what number I’m up to. Eventually I’ll hit a number that makes me move onto another dating site.

What frightens me most is that we’re an 86% match. *Shudder*

I recently started talking to this very cute-all-me-hipster-boy of my dreams on okcupid. About 3 days ago, I gave him my screen name after he asked for my number (which I never give out unless I’m all flippy-tummy about them (because I am a silly woman with a young girl’s fancies)).
I figured he wasn’t going to talk to me anymore because I didnt give him my number.
Well, today he IM’d me. Nothing special at first until he started talking about his “skills” at sexting.

First & foremost, “sexting” is the stupidest word in any language. Honestly? Honestly. Agreeing to go along with this horrible word, I don’t believe anyone is a real stranger to it. I most certainly am not, considering serious dating histories with the men I’ve really been with.

Having said that, I’m not the kind of girl who just gets naked by IM with not even a request, but a demand of whipping off my clothes for some fucker’s amusement while he strokes himself.
That’s what this dude did.
I repeatedly refused.
He mentioned I have a web cam (i do, bc it’s on my friend’s laptop..which is what i’m using).
I told him I was busy (this was after my shower-shave activities) getting dressed to go out, to which he said was perfect timing.

With all of this, I said no. No, repeatedly.
He finally called it quits, but not before telling me, “Sorry I’m not looking for anything serious. Just fun.”

To which I said, “And? No one said I’m  looking for marriage, nor did I ask you what you’re looking for. I’m just not going to send you pictures of myself for ‘fun’.”

Jerk.

Small Complaint

I went through a lot of today to look nice for two guys. Yeah, two. Because I figured one would pussy out (and did as expected) and the other was back-up.

Now I’m not seriously dating either of these guys, but have hung out/had dates with them. I’m not the two-timing kind of girl. Anyway, I went through the shower-shave-laundry thing that usually takes me the entire day.Well, most of it. Not to mention the skill it takes to put liquid eyeliner in a single swoop.

Primarily it takes me 2 hours just to do my hair (shower & straighten it). And takes like an hour to shave my legs & everything else. Everything else. Plus I’ve cut myself too many times (by accident), and if it doesn’t hurt you then you are amazing. I cringe at the idea of my skin being cut. *Shudder* See?

So i did that, got done, made my plans, went out.
I looked adorable. Little outfit would not have failed me if boy(s) weren’t absolute idiots.

That’s all.  Such a waste of an Intuition shaving cartridge.

Yet, when I am absolutely underprepared for a date, and it takes a turn for the glorious make out/feel up, i have to tug and filter hand movements. My furry legs seem to be my good luck charm but within their limitations.  Soft, smooth legs that scream to be lightly caressed keeps me home apparently.

I always find it terribly awkward seeing someone I know in my ‘real life’ on the internet. Not in a facebook capacity, but on a dating website. I clam up, and feel like I’ve caught them doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

Which is just absurd.

Since I’ve been on okcupid again, and I think about 3 months now, I’ve noticed this one guy “stalking” me. Excuse me. Okcupid doesn’t call it “stalking” anymore. It’s now called “visitors”.

Anyway, I’ve known this dude for YEARS. I met him at a Kay-Bee toy store (rest in peace, Kay-Bee), because he was working there and I was looking for a Rogue X-Men doll. Shut up. Don’t judge me.
I liked him instantly, and of course my brothers teased me to no end. This guy ended up being friends with one of my brothers, and just treated me like whatever.
As time went on, he’d occasionally IM me, about girls and shit. Eventually it came up that he was really into me, and whatnot. He was definitely all talk.
He’d talk about hanging out, but expect me to go up to bumblefuck to pick him up/drop him off. Because he didn’t have a car or he’d have to take a bus.

Oh, then everything was that he really just wanted to “taste me” because he was already seeing some chick, but she knew that it wasn’t a serious relationship, etc (lies, lies, lies). So that makes it okay.

I see this particular guy on Okcupid. It makes me feel so “D’oh” every time. Not because he comes up as my match, but because he’s been visiting my profile. It’s just awkward.

I wouldn’t mind being his friend if we were really friends (I haven’t spoken to him in forever), but the fact that we were friends and now aren’t …but he’s visiting my profile  is so painful.

Very much a smack to the forehead.

I met another guy off of okcupid. We’ve been talking, and just getting to know one another. WELL..apparently in order to get to know one another, he just needed to know what I thought of his penis. Um, okay? So he sends me a picture of his dick. Alright, no biggie.

Now, penis wise, it was not bad. Not at all. Definitely above average. Most certainly no question about it. Well, i said so. Gave it the credit it deserved. No big deal, just talking between people right?

No.

Why the hell did I ever agree to it in the first place? This guy goes off. And i mean, off. Below are the snippets of our conversation. Enjoy. Because I was literally blindsided. I’ve never ever ever encountered this before.

HIM 7:37 pm
Im not livin up to just big.
good night.
ME 7:38 pm
are your serious>?
HIM 7:38 pm
yea
youre not impressed and unfortunately
the only thing that gets me off
is that
Im fucked up
so if youve got some super dick to compare me to
I cant do that
I know
its pthetic

ME 7:38 pm
but youre the one doing the comparing
im not
HIM 7:38 pm
yep
sorry
ME 7:38 pm
you asked me a q’s and i answered it honestly
HIM 7:38 pm
I already feel like i have a tiny dick
no its cool I understand
honestly i think its very average
and Ive thought its big
ME 7:38 pm
it isnt average
HIM 7:38 pm
and now im realizing
well its not huge and Im sure huge was fucking great
wasnt it
ME 7:39 pm
its big but not huge, thats still a lot more than the average guy

HIM 7:40 pm
I dotn feel impressive
and
thats what gets me off
so.
sorry
ME 7:40 pm
okay well that sucks for u
HIM 7:40 pm
youre not impressed
its fine
ME 7:40 pm
i never said that
HIM 7:40 pm in fact I have a feeling youve had several bigger dudes than me
ME 7:40 pmWhat? listen, if you need some strange reason not to talk to me anymore thats cool too
HIM 7:40 pm
thats not it.
is that not
all I can do now
ME 7:40 pm
dont have to invent ridiculous reasons to avoid speaking to someoone
HIM 7:40 pm
is imagine this huge dick fucking you
Im sorry I know
Im crazy
but you know Im obsessed with my dick
so.

ME 7:42 pm
ok bye
HIM 7:42 pm
no stop
I dont want to stop talkign to you but
I mean its the only thing I get off on
and now Im like
Ill never believe you when you say it feels big
ME 7:42 pm
OH CHRIST

This is where I got fed up, and he continued in circles about imagining a giant dick fucking me, and that if he and I were ever to have sex, that there would be “rules”! I wouldn’t be allowed to say that i think it’s big, because clearly I’m lying because his dick is pathetic.

Oh Jesus, I wish I was making this up!

Besides how insane this entire thing is, he somehow thinks I am actually going to have sex with him. As if! I refuse to speak to him, and have now blocked him in every way I can.

Here’s the rest though, in case you can’t get enough of this trainwreck:

HIM 7:49 pm
I really just honestly dont know
if Ill ever like get over that
I wont say anything
but in my head Ill think it
Im ocd
ME7:49 pm
are you serious
HIM 7:49 pm
yea I fixate
on things
I dont let people know

At this point I refused to keep speaking to him. A friend of mine who is actually studying for his degree in pyschology, read the entire conversation. He was quite dumbfounded and told me it was no wonder I didnt want to speak to him anymore.

If only this was the only guy who does crap like this. I’m willing to bet there are way more girls with stories like this. Crazy.

Tall guys like short girls.
Short guys like tall girls.
Tall girls like tall guys.

And no one cares what short girls like because they always get the tall ones I want.

In short, I am irrationally angry at one in the morning. Frustrated by my social life, and most importantly my “love” life. Ha.
I’m not one of those typical girls who’s entire life’s goal is to “find” a man, and just revolve around him. No. My life’s goals lie elsewhere, which is why I normally leave my love life to the universe and any actual fate there might be. So when the actual universe delivered me a man I was actually so into, I was all in.
I met a man, a ridiculously amazing man. On okcupid. Shock #1.
This man is an insufferable asshole. Shock #2.
We talked, we met, we ultimately did the deed. We’ve dated.
The dates have stopped.
This is where I’m irrationally angry.
I have put myself “out” there, asked him out plenty of times (which I never do), and haven’t been met at all half way.

I’ve resigned my enormous, and I mean enormous crush on him. I’ve deleted him and every little adorable bit of proof of his existence. I hate that I like him. I hate that I haven’t seen him, and I particularly hate that I can’t fantasize about Eric Northman without thinking of his delectable height, which in turn makes me think about Crush’s height. Which is why I’m frustrated beyond belief at 1 in the morning.

I even punched my pillow because in my dreams I can have Eric Northman, but in reality I can’t attain my crush. Or at least he doesn’t like me as much as I like him.

__________________________Tall Ones

I was out recently and saw a cute guy. This cute guy was definitely beyond the 5’9″ height. This guy was accompanied by a girl who’s tan was as fake as her Chanel bag. I realize as a feminist I shouldn’t snark on other women, and be all glad that “we” are out there, getting the guys. But as a woman, I’m irked. I somehow find these guys who are shorter, always shorter than me. And the tall ones? They’re so out of reach.
Excuse me for sounding bitter, but after this last bout with my fledgling love life, it has started to take a toll.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.