Nothing good can come of this ...

I've been exchanging emails with "J" 42 for a few weeks, and now he's asked to meet me ("Come out an play" were his exact words ...). He seemed like a cool guy from his profile on Match.com ... self-employed, divorced, active, etc. Last night we spoke on the phone to arrange a lunch date for today ... and boy am I sorry I agreed to this!

"J" has a horrible opinion of women. He seemed extremely concerned about my weight (Match asks for your height and type of build, not actual poundage) ... I told him that I'm pretty small, and he fired back with "Normal women are about 5'-3"-5'-4", so you're not small." Um, OK, I guess not ... then he seemed offended that I wouldn't reveal my weight, so I told him I weigh 274 lbs., and I think he actually got a little nervous.

After the weight issue was dead, he moved on to the Predator issue ... seems there are lots of women on Match who, gasp, expect the man to pay for dinner! The nerve of these women! How dare they! I'm sure "J" and his kind think nothing of asking these women to perform all sorts of unnatural sexual acts, but God forbid they fork over a few bucks for a meal. So I take it I'll be buying my own lunch today ...

"J" went on to tell me that he deleted his profile info from Match because he was overwhelmed with winks and emails from potential stalkers, gold diggers and other "dangerous" she wolf types ... over 500 hundred per month!!!! Finally I had to point out to him that Match.com poses very little real threat for men ... after all, how many female serial killers or rapists do you hear about? He's still convinced that danger lurks behind each little wink.

I guess I should have told "J" that I don't think we need to waste time meeting, but let's face it ... I need material for this blog, so I asked him to meet me where I work. He seemed very uncomfortable with the idea (but "J", it's proof that I have a JOB and can afford my own food!!!) and mentioned something about "crapping where you eat" that I didn't really understand ... but reluctantly agreed to meet me in the parking lot.

What do you think he'd say if I "forgot" my purse?