So I finally got back in the dating scene after quite a dry spell.
It’s not like I pushed for many dates online or elsewhere, but it had been dry around these parts for a while. Perhaps the last woman I dated (all right, fucked) was that wannabe lesbian that I came out of retirement for to take one last shot.
Well, I recently went on a date with a woman I found on POF.
Can’t say anything I wrote in my opening message was special, but she nibbled the bait. Got her number after three messages and then texted on and off for a few days. Eventually she asked what I was doing Friday night and since I had some time off work, I decided to revive ‘Old Reliable‘ and hit a putt-putt course.
I picked her up at her house (actually had to walk to the door and knock on it for this one) and we went along our merry way. Red flags went up at the beginning of the date when she said she had already been drunk that day from floating one of the many rivers around the area (and since sobered up), but I thought nothing of it and drove us to the course with a stop at the local grocery store along the way to pick up some beer.
I’ll fast forward through it and tell you that the conversation really lacked with her. If I had to guess, I’d say she asked me a total of three questions that entire night with two of them being in response to a question I asked her. So I guess she only asked me one question of her own merit. Once she did, however, I mimed a heart attack and said ‘It must be a Christmas miracle.’ Yeah, it wasn’t that good.
As the date wrapped up, both at a picnic table right next to the course and on the drive home, more red flags appeared. I’ll just go ahead and bullet these out.
- A guy she “talked” to in the past had a crazy ex-girlfriend that called her non-stop for several weeks. Near the end of our date, she got a call from a blocked number and guess who it was. Luckily, she still had his number and told him about it through a volley of texts. Who knows if she’s still fucking him or whatever: I really don’t care less.
- Only when we golfed or had to do some semblance of conversation did she take her eyes off her phone. It was truly ridiculous and I did call her out on it several times. She laughed and went about it again.
- An ex-boyfriend of hers cheated on her 10 times. Huh? Yeah, you read that correctly. Ten fucking times. My first response was, ‘Wow. You think you’d be done with it after the first time.’ Not sure what she said after that, but I didn’t care. That’s just fucking ridiculous.
So there you have it.
From what my conclusions tell me, she is a low-quality party girl with not much to offer. Did I have high hopes for the date? Sure. Is she saying it was all my fault since I am ‘boring’ or something to her girlfriends? Probably. Do I care? Nope.
I just want to fuck her. She has a marvelous rack.