So here I am again. Sorry that I have been MIA for a bit, but things had been pretty stale lately. Except for the influx of messages right around New Year’s Eve from guys only looking for a NYE booty call.
But back to the topic at hand, I had been talking to this guy for awhile and we were finally able to connect on January 17th after a failed attempt at a date on New Year’s Day.
Our first date was great, 3.5 hours, dinner and drinks and conversation, LOTS of it. And did I mention that he is bearded, tattooed AND pierced – the winning trifecta. Now only if his hair had been brunette. But I can’t get everything that I want. And he booked the second date at the end of the first date, not an exact date, but there was an ask and an understanding that a second date would occur.
The next day, I was texting with Mr. Trifecta and realized that I had the following Sunday free. So we made plans for brunch. Another great date occurred; and I discovered a new amazing brunch place in Bay View.
We kept texting all week and set another date for February 13th – yes three weeks later, but with kids and work, it’s what worked for us. Seeing as how this would be the third date and he had been trying to text “fun” things to me (don’t worry, I put the kibosh on that right away!), I jokingly said “…well, I know what you want to do”. And then this happened…
Who freaks out about a joke about a chastity belt! Come on – relax a little bit. Especially with the things that he had said he wanted to tell me – like I said, I nipped THOSE conversations in the bud right away. I am not a prude, but I am not going to engage in that over text where screenshots can be taken and shared with the world. He even wanted to send me an unsolicited d*^k pic to show me his piercing. I passed on that as well.
You would think that he would be able to take a joke like that in stride, obviously not. And after that nothing…and I haven’t reached out as well mostly because I was usually (90% of the time) the person reaching out. It’s been a week – I guess this ship has sailed.
I guess this bearded, tattooed, pierced man just couldn’t handle me. And this was after I asked if he could be with someone as sarcastic and upfront as I can be. He assured me that he could and that he would probably even challenge me. Guess not!
Moving on to the next bearded and tattooed man…