Oct 18, 2024
Day 2: Facebook Dating
Well it’s been about 48 hours and so far, I’ve had my first “ick” experience.
31 year old David wants to know if I’m ok with him slapping my butt and calling me pretty.
Ick. I’m absolutely sure I’m NOT ok with that…well, at least not in the first 12 hours of “hello.”
But who knows. That approach may work with some people. But ick. I actually asked him questions, cause I was confused. I mean, what happens after that? He said we could kiss if I wanted to. Seems like maybe David has a mental disorder. And clearly I'm too old for this kind of stuff.
Still getting a lot of waves and in the middle of about 20 different texting exchanges.
I’m seriously wondering how people do this. It takes SO long and its mentally draining. I mean, looking at all these photos and trying to pull quality out of confusions…it’s taxing. I’d almost rather get drunk in a seedy bar and meet someone that way. There are about three dudes who, if real, are maybe options. But, I’m moving so slowly because I’m going to need a spreadsheet to track all the conversations and what these dudes are saying. Still waiting for a dick picture. Kind of disappointed cause I totally expected one of those already.
Age bracket is still from about 29-76. Still, most have kids. Jobs: architects, real estate agents, landscape “artists”, and one who says he’s “successful in healthcare” which may be code for “I’m a drug seeker who visits multiple emergency rooms.” One has described his soul mate as someone who likes to dress up, believes in romance, is kind hearted, and can make everything perfect. Yeah, that totally sounds like me. NOT. I believe in tacos, people not being dicks, dogs, and never missing the opportunity to splash mud on people who are on side by side rides with me.
I may need to rethink this. Or focus. I think I’ll just pour myself a drink and spend the rest of the night pressing “X”. XXXXXXXXXXX.
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