I know this woman who likes to tease men on these dating websites. Actually, I know two. One of them sends me profiles of guys I’d never be remotely interested in. It’s a joke to her ’cause when I call her, her being my sister, she laughs her big head off.
The other woman says she’d never meet these guys on account of her weight. That takes all the fun out, I think. I mean, I’d need closure by way of a physical meeting. Plus, I can only talk shit for so long. Then again, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing on this blog almost two years now.
Anyhow, I don’t like the idea of internet dating. I admit, I tried it but it wasn’t my thing. It especially wasn’t my thing when Little Totsy put me on some site and I ended up going out with a gay fella. I mean, can you imagine standing in line at the movies, which is where we went, as a couple and both of us very much in touch with our feminine side? That ain’t hot.
I saw this one guy, when I was on the site, that I knew from my art group. He was a featured bachelor, I suppose, ’cause his photo was highlighted in red and pretty much said he was a featured bachelor. I went to ducking and hiding from the screen, as if he could see me. Shortly after, I removed myself from the site but I knew it was over after going out with the gay fella.
One woman, my sister that is, was telling me how this one guy says that women are looking for men to take them out to eat. I don’t understand that even a little bit. I mean, yeah, I like to eat but I don’t wanna have to work that hard for a meal with somebody I don’t know. Anyhow, this same guy, she told me, had a “date” with this one woman and she expected food before fulfilling their “agreement.” She was totally baffled that he wouldn’t at least take her out to eat before their “agreement” and he ended up kicking her outta his place. Not literally but based on the exchange they had, he may as well had. And when you think about this woman going to this man’s house on their first meeting, well, I think that’s pretty much a request to be murdered. You agree or no?
Now, back to the other man teaser, who’s my friend. She’s on the sites playing hard to get, which I don’t get, ’cause ain’t the whole purpose of being on these sites is to get somebody? Or are these type folk internet sluts?