About a week or so ago a guy started chatting w/ me via my dating site. I looked over his profile and I wasn't immediately repulsed. So I figured I would give it a go. We chatted via Yahoo and texted some. I kept looking at his pics. He was a unique looking fellow. Kinda like a shorter weirder version of Ben Stiller (who is already short, mind you). He did make it clear that he was short. 5'4". That's not bad. I'm like 5'2" so hes still taller then me. I was tempted to ask him if he was really 5'4". But I didn't.
He told me how he was real romantic and touchy feely. Asking if that was ok. Which it is. I don't mind that. We agreed to meet up Friday night. At first we thought coffee, but he had to work late, so I told him we could just meet at his house. Now I know what I said in the last entry, but this guy was different. He was not aggressive, nor were all our convos about sex. I trusted my instincts on this, about my safety.
I get ready and I show up early. He text me to say he's home. I park and make my way up to his floor, his apt. Super nervous. I hate this part. I start to think maybe we should have met somewhere. I knock on the door. He opens the door slightly, pops his head out and says hey.
(OMG.)
Then opens the door and lets me in.
(OMG!)
Why? Why would you lie about your height? He is significantly shorter then me. I felt like I was towering over him. I immediately start thinking about an exit plan. I made up some story about my brother needing my car so I couldn't stay too long. I thought about having my BFF give me the safety call. But decided against it. Mainly bc I cant imagine they don't know that its an act to get out.
So one of my issues is being to scared to just get out there and start this single skeeze bag thing. I decided to just go for it. This was going to be the least threatening man I would ever meet, and to just take advantage of it. We fooled around a little and I payed him some *ahem* attention and then I faked a headache.
We sat around and watch some awesome 1993 movie about rollerblading, and I made small talk about how I was actually not looking to date bc I am having a lot of stuff going on in my life. I would hate to bring all my baggage to a new relationship, blah blah blah. Setting it up.
I can't wait till I am free of this one.
Note to self: I am not ok w/ creepy midget versions of Ben Stiller.
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