'you would have been perfect, but you're too damn tall...'
I just had what was probably the most amusing IM conversation I have ever had. An army boy with the last name of Cox IM'd me and I thought it was Eric Cox, but after a few moments of confusion we established that neither of us knew who the other party was. So we asked each other questions. "Cute?" he asked. "Single?"
"Maybeee," I responded. I was tempted to tell him that I'd just gotten out of the shower and was dripping naked.
I didn't. I saved that info for you guys instead. ;) *drip drip*
Anyway, after a few moments of friendly but confused conversation we discovered that he'd found me Facebook and simply forgotten my sn. I reminded him of my name and vice versa and we looked each other up, and he right away told me I was cute, very attractive, apparently intelligent, etc. I thanked him and was amused, but I also told him he was being shady.
He laughed at this and told me he didn't blame me for being suspicious. He said he wasn't trying to be shady but he was indeed looking for someone to find and date, and he said he was using Facebook because he was ridiculously busy trying to get an PhD, an MBA, and a Law Degree. Simultaneously. But that's another story.
Right away upon establishing that he was looking for someone to date he asked me how tall I was. I laughed and told him it was awfully soon for a stranger to be asking for physical measurements, but I also told him I was 5'7" to see what he would say. He responded with a hugely disappointed "Too tall. I'm 5'5," and for a ridiculous instant I thought he was going to sign off there and then.
Rather than sign off, though, we continued to talk. I think we were both bored and highly amused with each other. He told me stories about his crazy life -- army intelligence officer and ghost-buster who got tragically engaged at 17, anyone? -- and I told him stories he must have found equally false (like the fact that I couldn't date in high school.) We summarized our amusingly shitty relationship histories in a manner of minutes, both agreeing that people suck at relationships and that uber-religious people are bad. He kept telling me he felt we got along well during this, and that it was hard to find people who were attractive and ALSO worth talking to. I told him he was being mean, but I have to admit I was taken aback by his response of:
"I wish I could find someone just like you, only shorter."
Can you believe this kid? I was so entertained, I didn't even know what to do. After we talked for a while he told me he wasnt' going to take up any more of my time, and I told him he could stay my random friend but he said he was pretty busy and didn't want to trouble me. I daresay he had three more people lined up on Facebook that he wanted to talk to.
Anyway, he then told me "Good luck finding another freak of nature like yourself." I said the last guy I'd been with was 6'5" -- definitely a bit of a freak -- and then he told me that his brother-in-law was 6'8", which was basically ridiculous to him. Then randomly, he said: "Advice for you. Never marry your sibling's best friend. It can't end well."
This is how our conversation ended:
Him: "The universe has a way of correcting itself when too many things go wrong. Just have faith. It'll work out."
Me: "It's about time it did."
Him: "Lol, I know."
Me: "Good night, shorty."
Him: "Good night, freak."
What a weird kid.
"Maybeee," I responded. I was tempted to tell him that I'd just gotten out of the shower and was dripping naked.
I didn't. I saved that info for you guys instead. ;) *drip drip*
Anyway, after a few moments of friendly but confused conversation we discovered that he'd found me Facebook and simply forgotten my sn. I reminded him of my name and vice versa and we looked each other up, and he right away told me I was cute, very attractive, apparently intelligent, etc. I thanked him and was amused, but I also told him he was being shady.
He laughed at this and told me he didn't blame me for being suspicious. He said he wasn't trying to be shady but he was indeed looking for someone to find and date, and he said he was using Facebook because he was ridiculously busy trying to get an PhD, an MBA, and a Law Degree. Simultaneously. But that's another story.
Right away upon establishing that he was looking for someone to date he asked me how tall I was. I laughed and told him it was awfully soon for a stranger to be asking for physical measurements, but I also told him I was 5'7" to see what he would say. He responded with a hugely disappointed "Too tall. I'm 5'5," and for a ridiculous instant I thought he was going to sign off there and then.
Rather than sign off, though, we continued to talk. I think we were both bored and highly amused with each other. He told me stories about his crazy life -- army intelligence officer and ghost-buster who got tragically engaged at 17, anyone? -- and I told him stories he must have found equally false (like the fact that I couldn't date in high school.) We summarized our amusingly shitty relationship histories in a manner of minutes, both agreeing that people suck at relationships and that uber-religious people are bad. He kept telling me he felt we got along well during this, and that it was hard to find people who were attractive and ALSO worth talking to. I told him he was being mean, but I have to admit I was taken aback by his response of:
"I wish I could find someone just like you, only shorter."
Can you believe this kid? I was so entertained, I didn't even know what to do. After we talked for a while he told me he wasnt' going to take up any more of my time, and I told him he could stay my random friend but he said he was pretty busy and didn't want to trouble me. I daresay he had three more people lined up on Facebook that he wanted to talk to.
Anyway, he then told me "Good luck finding another freak of nature like yourself." I said the last guy I'd been with was 6'5" -- definitely a bit of a freak -- and then he told me that his brother-in-law was 6'8", which was basically ridiculous to him. Then randomly, he said: "Advice for you. Never marry your sibling's best friend. It can't end well."
This is how our conversation ended:
Him: "The universe has a way of correcting itself when too many things go wrong. Just have faith. It'll work out."
Me: "It's about time it did."
Him: "Lol, I know."
Me: "Good night, shorty."
Him: "Good night, freak."
What a weird kid.