He wore a dress
Pretty self-explanatory dontcha think?
This dude and I sent a few messages back and forth earlier in the year, but nothing came of it. He contacted me again in late July. We texted for about a day and then decided to meet up for lunch that same weekend. I walked into our eating spot and there he was…in the most shapeless, boring, short purple dress ever. Being born and raised in the Bay Area, I didn’t even flinch when I walked in. It’s no big deal to be exposed to people living outside the lines of socially constructed genders
Courtesy of Google Images
Having said that, I also know what gets me wet, turns me, makes me want to jump your bones, and dudes in dresses don’t do it for me. I can handle a dude wearing some eyeliner, nail polish, or even lip gloss. Some dudes make it look sexy as fuck. There’s something about men wearing dresses turns me off. Had he mentioned in his profile an identity other than a cisgender (one of the rare times you will find me using that word) I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with him. Part of being open to other people, is also being open and honest about what turns me on. I may not be into gender roles, but I enjoy a gender identity. FOR ME, when it comes to dating, romance, and fucking, there are only 2 genders, women or men who identify with and present as the genders they were assigned at birth*.
He did message me on OkCupid a few days later and asked if I was still interested in chatting. I replied stating we weren’t a match and that was that. I’ve got enough sense to know not to go into greater detail.
It’s now October and summer is officially over for me. Summer 2015 will forever be known as the “Fuckfest that Never Was.”
On the bright side, there’s always Autumn and seasonal coffee drinks! ((^_~))
*I could have easily said cisgender, but I seriously loathe that word. That’s probably another post.
I swear finding dick in the Bay Area is a full-time job. Finding SUITABLE dick in the bay area is full time job. I can find dick, I usually just don’t care for the personality attached to the dick. Once I turned 40, I committed myself to dating and getting laid on a regularly basis. After 2 years since getting divorce and not dating (except for that one clingy chick I dated for a few weeks in early 2014) I’m ready to actively date. Seriously, how difficult could it be? My new favorite hashtag is #dickinahaystack. That’s what it’s been like; it’s damn near impossible.
The summer started off with potential. I was receiving plenty of messages after updating my online profile and I was making myself open to the universe by not immediately dismissing folks who sent one word messages or had stupid photos in their profile. Pictures of folks wearing goofy hats or flipping the bird at the camera in general are turnoff. I was feeling popular. Now it’s the end of the summer and I’ve got enough unused, opened condoms to start a free clinic.
Photo courtesy of Jason Vance CC BY-ND 2.0
First up, the guy I like to call “Odd Virgin.”
This dude and I started chatting right before I left for my first international trip in mid-April. Once I got back to the states we made plans to meetup. Why the moniker “Odd Virgin?” Cause up until a year prior to our meeting dude was a virgin…and he was kinda odd. Not odd as in he got my spider senses tingly wondering if I’m going to wake up to find him standing over my bed; odd in the way that comes from lack of social skills and probably unpopularity in high school. Our times together went like this: pick him up from BART, my place, movie, fuck, drop him off at the BART, repeat. It was OK for a few weeks; I was getting sex so that was nice since it had been awhile. Then boredom kicked in. It went into high gear when dude complained about having sore gums after intense kissing before sex. Sore gums? I didn’t know that was a thing. Not only was it a thing, it was a wake up call. I’m not the most super kinky, wild sex having type of person, but I do enjoy a lot of passion when I’m getting hot and heavy. I admit to being a bit of an intense kisser. Don’t be kissing on me like I’m our grandma. Anyhoo, I realized then and there I wasn’t getting anything beneficial from hanging out with him and surely wouldn’t get the sex I wanted so I had to end that. It was the first time I’ve ever had to end it with someone I wasn’t angry with. I mulled it over for days; trying to craft most the concise text ever.
That’s right, a text. It was easiest. Like I mentioned, I’d pick him up from BART every time we hung out. I don’t know what it is, but driving and having regular access to a car doesn’t seem to be a deal for folks these days. So, yeah, dude got a text.
Tomorrow, the absolutely boring adventures of “Turtle Man.”
I clearly state at the beginning of my OkCupid profile if people send rude or crude messages they will be shared across my social media. By people, I’m specifically talking about men. I NEVER receive messages like this from women. Apparently, folks think I’m joking because I keep getting crazy ass nonsense. This serial killer in training (if not already in practice) is by far the worse online message I have ever received.
Too Early for the Bull
All kinds of no happening right now.
Dorkus Maximus OkCupidus
Did he really say “there’s something called an IP address which mean if any bullshit were to happen, they can find me easily.” If any bullshit? Who thinks that? That’s pretty much saying “Bitch, you gonna get chopped up and sautéed.”
And I’m rude as fuck? Really.
I’ve been on OkCupid for a few years now and at this point I have no illusions of finding dates. It’s really just for entertainment purposes such as this gem from this lovely gentleman.