Friday, October 05, 2007

If it's Casual Encounters that You're Looking For...

Look on fucking Craiglist! They have a section specific to it and everything there...and it's free. Why try to score when spending $30 a month for Match. Match is a dating website...not Adult Friendfinder. If you want to spend the money to find a hook-up, go there.

Hey, I understand that people meet at a bar, hit it off and head to the guy/girl's place and do the horizontal mambo. For the most part, the next morning is filled with confusion, regret or the mere elation of scoring and not really caring about the other person. That's not what I'm looking for. If I was, I'd hang out at bars more often and wouldn't mind the guys and their beer goggles hitting on me. Instead, I invest the time and money on Match to see if I can meet up with that one great guy. You know, the cute, geeky guy who loves movies, music, art, culture, sarcasm, going out and truly wants to get to know me. Frankly, I'm starting to think it's a waste of money because I'm not finding what I want on there and you have to admit that I'm pretty much just looking for a well-rounded guy. Not a hot model-like studmuffin who makes at least six figures and drives a sports car. I could care less about that crap. I just care about meeting a genuine person.

I've been on a lot of dates. A LOT. I've lost count and can't even fricking remember how long I've been on the site now but heck if I go the way of eHarmony. Dear scary is that?! But despite the number of dates I've been on, a guy's never made me feel like a piece of meat before...until a week ago. It's amazing the things a guy will say to get laid...or at least make sure the girl was heading in that direction. The *I'm looking for the one girl so make a life with...get married, make a home and have a couple of kids* is a good one because once girls get into their 30's their clock is ticking. Mine isn't...not in terms of marriage and kids. I'd just like to meet the nice guy to have events and places to go with who treats me well and if things head down the aisle and to a mortgage...than fine by me. The squeezing crying babies from my loins is another thing. I'd really have to find a true catch for me to go down that road. My body may never recover!

So I met a cute, Irish guy who said the above to me on a first date. Seemed like a strange comment to make but considering the *baggage* this guy seemed to have, not completely surprising. He seemed a little his own doing...crazy girls and lots of booze. He quit the booze and with the line he played, I figured he realized that the crazy mental pill-popping girls were no longer the route to go. The first date was, dinner, tea and a walk. He seemed like a chivalrous guy. But things were a little different on the second date...not ready on time, dressed like crap, strangely concerned that the tub had to be clean, invited a friend to come over to borrow something and sat to have a chat with him and our date started 45 minutes late. Since we ran late, there went the notion of dinner at a nice, casual place and we had to eat at a sketchy taqueria. Sketchy taqueria is not my idea of a nice date place. Actually me being dressed in nice jeans, heels and a top when my date is dressed in a tee-shirt and shorts is not my idea of cool either. That would have been fine for a daytime date where we were just bumming around or checking out some street festival...not for a dinner and movie date. Guys are really stupid! So we eat and I didn't die since I'm obviously alive to type this and we head to the movie which was the only bright spot in the whole evening. We saw *Once* which was a cute, heartfelt movie. It wasn't Oscar material by any standards but it was a nice story and the music was fun and catchy. So after the movie, we head back to his place and he convinces me to come up for just a bit and I do...only to get pounced.

Let's get this straight. I don't care if a guy is hot, I probably won't sleep with him before the second date unless the chemistry is so fricking amazing that well, I just can't help it. Frankly, the 13 years of catholic schooling usually kicks in. If a guy hasn't even held my hand, I definitely am not going to sleep with him. So 2 strike for Irish Boy and Strike 3 for just plain being stupid. Really...what is it? A guy doesn't hold my hand but he'll want to fuck me?! That's basically what it is. He doesn't know me from Jane. But the fact of the matter is that I do not appreciate being talked into heading into someone's apartment to *talk* and get jumped and made to feel like it's ok or that I encouraged it. I'm not that hard pressed to get laid. Frankly, if I wanted to get laid by a stranger, I'd head to the bar. As it is, I like to know the people I am with which is why I have an *arrangement*. That works perfect for me.

So Irish Boy...if you want a meaningless lay...just use Craiglist and leave the nice girls on Match alone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So much for the mystical Irish Brogue. There is a joke I could probably make using "Shillelagh" but I'll refrain considering I'm 37. And mature. And above that stuff.