So back to the online dating board. Puke. Recently, I went back on one of the more fun sites to add my profile. Match is just too fucking uptight for me. Or maybe bland is a better word for it. I prefer the dive bar vibe of interweb courting.
I found this guy's profile and could not stop thinking about it. I mean could not stop for days. It was funny, irreverent, sort of sad in a I have had life altering moments kind of way and it seemed genuinely honest. I have never read an online profile that said I like TV. Generally, it's "I don't have a TV" or "I only have my three shows otherwise TV rots the brain and I prefer NPR" bullshit. Really?! Then riddle me this you liar, why the fuck are there like 4000 channels now? Because no one is watching? Give me a break.
I think it was either the thumbnail size picture of him in a astronaut suit with a puppy or the caption about his cocker spaniel being a killer, or the part in his bio where one is asked their favorite sex scene to which he answered "all of them" that got me. I hadn't purchased a "silver or gold" membership yet just signed up for free hence the tiny pics. I could however "flirt" with him and "hotlist" him but not email with him or see full size snapshots. Besides I promised myself that any guy would have to do all the pursuing but I could let him know I was interested. So I hotlisted him, hit the wink icon, hoped for an email and wondered if he was remotely good looking. Mind you this was days after looking at his profile. I figured if I am thinking about it this long then I must want to meet this man.
A couple of days later he hotlisted my sweet ass and flirted back but no email. I saw he too was a free user. I scoured the web native application for how one can email without plopping down $22.95 for a month's membership. I didn't realize but uploading pictures gave me credit points which I could use for emailing members. So I broke my first rule and sent him a note with my real email, well one of seven addys I have, figuring maybe he's not nerve.com savvy. He actually replied thanking me for my email and saving him the $22.95. I continued reading and thought I was reading something I wrote. It was, except for the actual words, completely my style, tone, rhythm. It was so off putting that my response seemed disjointed, full of contempt and non sequitors. He replied and asked me for my number. What, didn't I scare him off with my bitchiness or the fact I have a child? I replied with it, he called a few hours later.
I am fucking retarded about Scott! And I haven't even met him. It's the tone of his voice, our morning text and late night calls. I do know what he looks like because he's all over the net. Yup I googled him and I told him I did to which he said he did the same. I know I'll fuck it up but god damn there is something about him and I really think he may be... and I haven't felt this way about anyone since Robert and that was almost 20 years ago. I am nervous to meet him this weekend. I am older, insecure in some ways and more secure in other ways.
I know I started this all wrong but what if I am right about him?
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