Oh my goodness there are some truly disturbed people in the world, and I have had the misfortune of dealing with several of them.
Take for example, "y" 40 ... he doesn't like girls who wear makeup ... and gee whiz, I happen to f-ing LOVE makeup ... so I ignored his little wink. In Match land, ignoring a wink only makes them try harder ... so he emailed me the question "What is a Yogi" ... um, you're on a computer idiot, Goolgle it! So again, I ignored him ... so he wrote me back THIS:
"Hi. You forgot to email me back. You should have been doing flips and kartwheels at your computer station when I emailed you. Seriously."
Is this fool serious? I "Forgot"?? Flips? He doesn't even know how to spell cartwheels! Moron ... so I blocked his ass and went and touched up my nail polish and applied a second coat of mascara.
Next victim was "D" 53 ... the first problem is the 53 ... I don't want to be changing his Depends in a couple of years. The second problem is that he lives over an hour away from me ... and I hate driving 2 miles to the grocery store. And his profile was all kinds of intellectual bullshit ... obviously not my style! So I politely told him no thanks, and I get THIS:
"63 miles is too far?? C'mon, L, that's barely an hour away--and I drive quick {um, I don't, and my car barely gets 16 mpg on a good day}. Don't tell me that mere miles are going to be the determining factor in your search for everlastin' {WTF?} happiness... because I wouldn't believe it even if you did. As for my supposedly superior intelligence, you can relax--I simply have a way with words, and it's always been a hobby of mine to mix 'em up in certain orders, even if the results are pleasing only to me. I'm actually no smarter than the next guy, depending on who the next guy in line is. (On the other hand, I'm not a dolt, {um, wanna bet?!} either--just regular folks. And I don't talk anything like I write...)
So, unless you're just blowing smoke at me in the attempt to be nice, {ding ding ding!} why not instead consider meeting me in, say, Mystic, for a drink? {so I can drive home for an hour, while drunk?} Even if I'm not the answer to your search here (which I admit I'm probably not), {again, ding ding ding!} I can pretty much guarantee that an hour or so in my company isn't the worst thing you could endure. {Well....} Why, taken in small doses, I can be almost charming. And the last thing I'd bet I'd be in your company is bored...
So what do you think? The pub at the Daniel Packer some evening soon?"
Um yeah, NO, you pushy motherf-er you ... BLOCKED!!!!!!
Finally, I canceled my coffee date with "D" 45 ... he asked me if I was "firm" on my stance on no children ... seems he wants them badly, even though he thinks we have potential (really? after 3 emails? REALLY????). So what, we can date for a year and I can be all in love with him and he can dump me for someone who still has some good reproductive years left?? ... yeah, I don't think so!
Maybe being single is not the worst thing in the world?
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