But really, I'm pretty sure about that sex slavery thing.
So, I'm back in the dating game. I took time off after the last fella didn't go so well. But now I'm at it again. This time, I'm playing the OKCupid game. It's free, so why not? You do get a lot of weirdos and freaks, but it's also kind of a fun game to play. I've turned it into a group activity--we all sit around with our laptops and phones and sort through our matches and emails.
Anyway, allow me to tell you about Gentleman Caller #3.
We'd talked online for a week or so before our first date. We'd been texting and talking prior to that, so I had high hopes. The date was a solid B, maybe a B minus due to length. He has a crazy schedule, so he could only stay out an hour or so. But the date was good. I would totally see him again. Or so I thought.
Since then, he's been trying really hard to get an invite to my apartment. Because I watch a lot of true crime shows, I'm fairly certain he plans to murder me or sell me into sex slavery. Other people have pointed out that he's probably just thinking apartment = sex or that he's being funny and flirty. But really, I'm pretty sure about the sex slavery thing. I've watched Vanished with Beth Halloway.
I've been evading the question with oh, my place is really messy. Or why don't we just meet up instead. I don't feel like cooking tonight. But he keeps asking.
Alright, so it's probably the apartment equals sex thing. And I don't deny that. But here's the thing. That? Is MY move. When I'm ready to take it to a sexy times level, I invite the guy over for dinner and then afterward, what do you know? We end up having sex! Why I do declare, I never expected that to happen! That CERTAINLY wasn't my intention when I invited you for a nice home-cooked meal of Love Lasagna.
So he's trying to force my move! Or was.
Today, we had this exchange:
He: Why are you so hesitant to have me over?
Me: Because we just met. You might be planning to murder me or sell me into sex slavery.
I'm trying to lighten the mood with a joke here. I don't really believe this.
Me: Besides, it isn't like you are exactly inviting me over to your place.
He: Well, if you won't have me over why would I think you would come to my place?
He: Just forget it.
Me: I understand
Okay. At that point, I was like...done. If he can't understand that it isn't SAFE to have someone you just met on the internet over to your home, then yes, let's forget it.
He: Understand what?
Me: I thought you were saying forget seeing each other because I was being too difficult.
He: No, I'm just frustrated. I've had a rough week.
Me: I would be happy to hang out. I would even participate in kissing type activities.
And no response.
So, unless he explains that this was a huge miscommunication and apologizes for making me uncomfortable and concedes that having a virtual stranger into your home is a dangerous thing for a single girl to do, then I'm done. All of this is taking place via text and I often don't get that I'm being teased. At least, not when the person is still very unfamiliar to me.
I might be done anyway. Seriously, one date and I'm this irritated. Not boding well for Gentleman Caller #3. Looks like GC2 is edging ahead now.
Anyway, allow me to tell you about Gentleman Caller #3.
We'd talked online for a week or so before our first date. We'd been texting and talking prior to that, so I had high hopes. The date was a solid B, maybe a B minus due to length. He has a crazy schedule, so he could only stay out an hour or so. But the date was good. I would totally see him again. Or so I thought.
Since then, he's been trying really hard to get an invite to my apartment. Because I watch a lot of true crime shows, I'm fairly certain he plans to murder me or sell me into sex slavery. Other people have pointed out that he's probably just thinking apartment = sex or that he's being funny and flirty. But really, I'm pretty sure about the sex slavery thing. I've watched Vanished with Beth Halloway.
I've been evading the question with oh, my place is really messy. Or why don't we just meet up instead. I don't feel like cooking tonight. But he keeps asking.
Alright, so it's probably the apartment equals sex thing. And I don't deny that. But here's the thing. That? Is MY move. When I'm ready to take it to a sexy times level, I invite the guy over for dinner and then afterward, what do you know? We end up having sex! Why I do declare, I never expected that to happen! That CERTAINLY wasn't my intention when I invited you for a nice home-cooked meal of Love Lasagna.
So he's trying to force my move! Or was.
Today, we had this exchange:
He: Why are you so hesitant to have me over?
Me: Because we just met. You might be planning to murder me or sell me into sex slavery.
I'm trying to lighten the mood with a joke here. I don't really believe this.
Me: Besides, it isn't like you are exactly inviting me over to your place.
He: Well, if you won't have me over why would I think you would come to my place?
He: Just forget it.
Me: I understand
Okay. At that point, I was like...done. If he can't understand that it isn't SAFE to have someone you just met on the internet over to your home, then yes, let's forget it.
He: Understand what?
Me: I thought you were saying forget seeing each other because I was being too difficult.
He: No, I'm just frustrated. I've had a rough week.
Me: I would be happy to hang out. I would even participate in kissing type activities.
And no response.
So, unless he explains that this was a huge miscommunication and apologizes for making me uncomfortable and concedes that having a virtual stranger into your home is a dangerous thing for a single girl to do, then I'm done. All of this is taking place via text and I often don't get that I'm being teased. At least, not when the person is still very unfamiliar to me.
I might be done anyway. Seriously, one date and I'm this irritated. Not boding well for Gentleman Caller #3. Looks like GC2 is edging ahead now.