The Lost Plum…

So the other day I mentioned how I sorta went on a bad date in which he asked me a question that threw me off and made me write the post on Thursday.

I said before I don’t like to write about my “dating life”. I’m not ever really going to dish about every date I go on, or how I feel about a certain guy, or stuff like that.  If I like a guy most likely I’m not writing about him. This blog isn’t a place to gossip about boy’s…well not all boys at least.

I had a bad start to my week, and some days were terrible in fact.  I was in bed at like 9pm in maybe a t-shirt (maybe not, who cares) and I get this phone call.  I had just been on the phone so I picked up without looking at the number (something I rarely  ever do) It’s this guy who I had had a few back and forth emails with from an online dating site.

FACT: I have a very different structure to my online profile, most will say it’s unique and eye-catching, some may say it is wired. But it gives Plenty of jumping of topic starter if a guy wants to contact me. If he doesn’t comment on at least one thing from my profile the message is either 234.37% spam, or he’s just a certifiable retard!

The guy in question, by far the best and most intriguing intro email I have ever received, and although he had a few points against him, I responded. He took the time, so I took the time.

SIDEBAR: If someone has clearly taken the time to not only write me an email, but clearly put thought into it I always respond. Even if it is “thank you for your message it was very nice, but I wanted to let you know I have no interest in meeting a 60 year old married man, but good luck on your search”

(anyways)  I pick up the phone, and it’s this guy.  I had apparently forgot we had made tentative plans for this weekend. He was calling to check in, and I had to inform him I was a knob and was actually now going to be away on business for the weekend.

And then he says:  “What are you doing right now?”

“Right now, right now?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m in sweat pants, and stuff, but we do live like a block from each other what about a late night coffee or tea, just meet and say hi.”

And for some reason I say, “Sure, but I need 5 minutes to throw pants on, maybe brush my hair”

I meet him don the street, he had coffee I had hot chocolate (I love me some hot chocolate) and we talked. It was nice to talk to someone different then I usually do, learn something new about people. I generally really do enjoy meeting new people and getting to know them.

But then he started asking a lot of questions. Now I’m not one to ever hold back, if you ask me something I will most likely tell you, and it takes a lot to really shock me or make me feel uncomfortable. (there are a few topics that I generally feel very uncomfortable talking about but very few)

He then starts asking about my last relationship.  When it was, how long it was. Not really expectable but I have no issue answering those questions. He then starts asking if the sex was good? Did I still have sex with him after we broke up?  Now those questions were not appropriate. I mean I still answered them, but still.

Now again, here is the thing I have no issue with people asking questions, but come on guy, but there is a certain point where thing were not approapiate to ask.  Prevous relatioships sexual practices are kind of where I draw the line.

So after wards, all though he made a very sweet offer of another drink at his place I politely declined and made my way the black home.

And despite a few other strikes against this guy (and by few I mean like 56) it was still really nice to sit and chat with someone…even if that someone was interested in knowing if I’ve ever slept with a guy with a circumcised penis.