OH MY GOD... I spun the wheel and finally hit C_R_A_Z_Y. Like shithouse crazy, too crazy for the crazies, if you lived in the ghetto your family would keep you in a closet crazy. I decided to take the whole Match thing into my own intelligent hands. I did an "advanced Search" and decided to look for things that I now realized were very important to me. Because, you know, I have shown such skill at identifying men who were good for me throughout my life. Yep. Forget the cheaters, the addicts, the cheating addicts and the losers, remember that one guy in 1st grade that I liked for a day? He turned out to be pretty cool.
I chose this guy bc he looked smart, a little nerdy and he had a Johnny Cash reference in his headline. I know, recipe for success! He texted me a lot, and even asked me out via text. I thought it was a little strange, but went with it. We had the witty repartee going and decided to meet tonight for a drink. I was actually excited. And then we met. For some reason, he looked exactly like his pictures yet was completely unattractive to me. In the pics, I thought he was nerdy cute. In real life, nerdy not cute. Then he tells me at dinner that he just resigned from his job last Friday. Huh? In this economy? Are you freaking kidding me?
Then he says that he gets child support from his wife bc he is the primary custodial parent. Hmm. Sounds like he's a good dad, but he literally never mentions his kids in anything but a VERY distant manner. He also mentions his ex ran off with this shady character who she is still with. Hence the strange custody deal. I would like to run away with the strange guy about now...
After the date, I am driving to pick up my daughter and he texts me "Did u have fun?" I am driving and don't really know what to say. Five minutes later he texted me, "Guess not...Whatev". I have clearly gone on a date with a thirteen year-old girl. I finally send back "Just picked up my daughter. Had a nice time at dinner- thanks!". Debbie Gibson responds- "whatever" again. Then just a minute ago, he sends "I am feeling relaxed. I wonder why?" I guess that is his way of saying he's drunk from the margarita and a half he had. I didn't respond, which is my way of saying, "please lose my number NOW".
I may be done with online dating. Or dating in general. Or human beings...