Home » Posts tagged 'Match.com'
Tag Archives: Match.com
Inspired by the ever-intuitive Rian over at Truth and Cake, I have been encouraged to jump off the proverbial bloggers’ bridge and be 100% vulnerable by sharing something deeply personal. But before I do that, allow me to
gather the courage share why I’m baring my heart and soul like this.
Rian’s post really made me think about what I want to achieve on Defining Wonderland. It’s hard to just put a blog into a box and be completely sure of the messages you want your readers to take away from your posts. I want my Wonderlings to be amused, inspired, encouraged, and comforted by the stories I share and the questions I pose. Now, I doubt all of that will be accomplished in each and every post, but I hope to at least keep folks coming back for more. I accept that some posts may be good, some may be great, and plenty others will probably bore you to tears, but that is the risk every writer must take. It’s a rather solo endeavor, this blog-keeping, but I don’t feel as though I’m alone with all of you out there commenting and posting on your own blogs. It’s encouraging and keeps me going when my creativity and motivation take a nosedive.
Ok, I think I’ve stalled long enough. The truth is…
I can totally identify with the scene in As Good As It Gets where after dealing with the ornery Jack Nicholson, Helen Hunt curses the heavens and declares, “Why can’t I just have a normal boyfriend? Why? Just a regular boyfriend who doesn’t go nuts on me!”
Where have all the normal guys gone???
After my latest almost-date with a guy who bordered on creepy, I sit and ponder if there really are any sane men out there schooled in the ways of Clark Gable and Cary Grant (with or without the gay rumors, the man was a man). I’m talking strong, confident gentlemen here. Doors opened, checks picked up, jackets draped over chilly shoulders, handkerchiefs extended to misty eyes. Don’t guys get taught these things anymore?
Players are a dime a dozen. I know that if I wanted to go out and get laid, I wouldn’t have a problem, but it’s just not me. I’ve bypassed that stage of youthful indiscretions; I’m looking for something that lasts longer than an orgasm—which chances are, won’t happen the first time anyway. I want someone who thinks with his brain, not his penis. A tough find, I know.
Then there are the immature little boys who long for approval and strive to make everything perfect thereby putting on enough pressure to suffocate their significant others. These are the types of guys who exhaust their friends by asking for feedback on every single thing they want to do with their partner. “We’re fighting… how do I make it right?” “What do I do for our two-month anniversary?” “How come she’s mad about (insert given topic)?” Grow up! If I ever found out that every decision my guy ever made ran through his friends first for approval, I would be pulling my hair out. Make your own decisions, boys! Then you might have a shot of growing up into a warm-blooded man. What a concept.
Let’s not rule out the ultra-clingy, weirdos. This is the type of guy who wants to hang out 24/7 after meeting the week before. Why wouldn’t anyone think that a relationship would result in marriage after one month of dating? In the clinger category, this is the norm. I am not one that deals well with co-dependent people, let alone co-dependent significant others, so I usually run for the hills at any sign of this you-are-my-everything-and-I-cannot-be-without-you type of behavior.
This last breed of ungentlemen is the one I have had the most recent interactions with.
Yesterday, I received an email inquiring about getting to know me based on my Match.com profile. With time gladly running out on my account, I decided to give this guy a chance even though I wasn’t physically attracted. He had a great job that he loved, was close to his family, and seemed to have his shit together. I could grow to be attracted to someone like this.
After a total of two emails, he asked for my number so that we could text instead of email. I personally think this is actually a more horrible way of communicating than email, but I gave him my number and told him that I was at work and may not get back to his messages in a prompt manner. He texted me almost immediately and was lucky enough to catch me on my way to lunch when I had the time to sit and respond to his messages.
After exchanging pictures, he started asking me about my body shape and telling me that he thought a big butt (which I have always possessed) is really sexy. He asked for pictures of my figure which I didn’t have on my phone, but were available on my profile. I got busy with work and when I didn’t respond to a text after 20 minutes, he asked where I had gone. Hello? This is the first day I’ve ever communicated with you… you have no right to question where I went after I specifically told you I was at work and may not be able to respond.
When I got home last night, I received another text. This time, he asked me to come over and hang out with him. He lives at least 45 minutes away from me and we had already talked about meeting on Friday. I said maybe some other time, but he wanted to know when. What the hell? What kind of woman would drive almost an hour away from her home to hang out with a guy that she had met online? Sounds like making for an episode of 48 Hours Mystery. No thank you.
I was already started to get a little weirded out. I’m no prude, but this kind of behavior was either 1) overly enthusiastic about making my acquaintance 2) completely psychotic or 3) incredibly desperate. None of which were very compelling choices to keep me interested for long. The freak flag was flying and I was becoming aware that we were on two different levels here.
After a few exchanges this evening that started with a “Hadn’t heard from you today” text from him, I finally told him that I could no longer tell if these texts were all good fun or if he was just coming on too strong for my tastes. I told him I wanted to be honest and that I wanted to give him a chance.
He thought I was “too serious.”
I can accept that assumption. I can be incredibly on guard when interacting with people I do not know whose behavior makes me uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t be?
We decided not to meet. He thought I was too serious and I thought he was too creepy. I really have no intention of being assaulted on a first date by a guy who is so clearly in need of a woman’s affection that he smothers her before even meeting her. At least I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt to which he so easily brushed off. Oh well.
Que sera sera.