I got a hit from this google search today:
Is “I’ll let you know” a rejection?
If we’re talking dating here, I’m thinking yes.
Which reminds me: Karl, who needs a nickname to keep him anonymous, called me on Monday night, leaving a bitchy voice mail that accused me of never having my phone on and never returning his calls. I felt guilty. I called back.
“What’s up?” he says.
“Nothing, I’m just driving home from work.”
“Work? It’s 9:30.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, and explained my whole work hours situation.
So then he says, “Well, give me a call when you get some free time.” I say okay, he says goodbye and hangs up.
What was that?
Also, I’m already sick of match.com, because 90% of the guys on it appear to be complete idiots. For example: don’t send me an email talking about how you’re looking for a good Christian woman and think we’re a perfect match, because obviously you didn’t fucking read my profile. I know this because I quite clearly have a line under “faith” where I say that I’m not down with the church. At all. There are many things that describe me but “good Christian woman” isn’t among them. And while I’m at it – quit saying things like this:
I’m looking for a gorgeous, intelligent, slender/fit/athletic woman who cares about her appearance. She can look beautiful in an evening gown and pearls or just hanging out around the house. She takes care of herself but doesn’t need makeup to look pretty. Et cetera.
First of all, every other guy on the site wrote that thing about dressing-up/dressing-down. Second of all, why don’t you just go ahead and say “no fat chicks”? Because that’s what we’re all reading.
It’s not like I’m bitter or offended by that statement, because for starters, I wouldn’t describe myself as a fat chick. However, I’m certainly not a slender one either. I could stand to drop a few pounds. But what does bother me is that someone who writes something like that seems to have a weight limit in mind, and I’m not down with meeting someone who’s going to be visually calculating my BMI in a bar to see if it meets his standards.
Especially when he has a mullet and a molester mustache.
Anyway. I actually went ahead and paid the stupid $12.95 a few days ago, and not only have I only sent one email since then, but I’m also already completely sick of the whole thing and ready to cancel.
Clearly I don’t understand guys, or relationships, or dating, or anything.