My Cross-Continental Search
Things with SMG/Houston Guy have slowed down dramatically since we had a little Come-to-Jesus chat on Friday. So, whatev. Thanks to Social Me and my yummeh new drink of Crystal Light and Bacardi, I found a few new hotties … of course all in the UK. One in particular, Tom, stands out, mainly because we were actually chatting about stuff, and he didn’t come out with the “you have big tits” shit that men usually pull. Which I can’t blame them for because (a) they are big and (b) if you’re trolling online on a weekend night, you’re probably not looking to discuss the last book you read.
Surprisingly, these men know where Indianapolis is, I guess mainly because of the Colts. I expected that people abroad would know of Detroit, but Indy, not so much. Then again, they could be getting it confused with Chicago or considering all of the U.S. to be one amazing wonderland ha ha.
Online Update
I haven’t posted in a few days because well, between the Red Wings winning the Stanley Cup, and school, I haven’t had much else to talk about.
- SMG is well, kinda boring me. We had discussed getting together but the first weekend our schedules worked out for was at the beginning of August. Umm yeah. That’s too far away for me. Anyway he was super gung-ho last weekend but I have barely talked to him this week while he was in DC on business.
- Online flirtation #2 is NJ Guy (NJG). He has a filthy mouth but it works for him. Ironically, he lives in the same part of NJ as my ex-husband. Fantastic. NJG just entered the picture a few days ago and I don’t see this going anywhere but it’s fun.
- Candidate #3 is this guy in England. We’ll call him UK Guy #1, because I gotta tell y’all, there are so many hotties in the UK, if Social Me is any representation. His picture on Crackbook is of him looking all tousled, home from the beach. I had fantasies of him being this rich, titled British guy, but no such luck. He’s 37 and a plasterer … and I had to look up what that was. And it’s exactly what it sounds like.
So, yeah. I’m doing my damndest to keep thing at the level of entertainment. With SMG, like I’ve said before, I know where he’s at emotionally … I was there 3+ years ago when I was banging the hell out of BoyToy. I thought I was doing peachy-keen but in reality I just wanted attention, attention, attention so I didn’t have to feel … and I certainly wasn’t capable of giving anything in return. If SMG were to fly into town tonight, would I sleep with him? Oh, probably. But will I wait until August 1 to do so? Nope, because that is more than enough time for Miss Obstinate O to develop an emotional attachment and that is the LAST thing I need, especially with a guy like him!
There Are These Things Called Airplanes …
Some of you noted, in the comments for my last post, confusion when it comes to Social Me on Facebook. I suppose, considering I’m an instructional designer, that I could write an online course to explain all of this, but really it just comes down to trolling and tagging hot and/or fucking weird guys. That’s about it! LOL
I spent more time chatting with SMG (still-married guy) today while I was at work. Whoever put Yahoo messenger on cell phones is a genius! He called me tonight and as I usually do when a guy calls for the first time, I froze. I thought, fuck it, and let it go to VM.
My friend S. today told me the whole thing sounded like trouble with a capital T. I said, “Pfff, he lives in Houston.” Her oh-so-clever reply? “There are these things called airplanes that make it really convenient to fly far away in a matter of hours. You should look into them!” Beyotch.
Probably because I’ve been in SMG’s shoes, I’m not taking this very seriously. Like I wrote yesterday, he’s fun … and I’m not really hip on hooking up with some guy in another state. But eh, we’ll see.
Another Try
I fucked up my “other” blog a while ago, during a WP upgrade. I managed to delete the DB and decided, wtf, it’s all for the best. It’s not like that blog was a place of good cheer. Ha! It was full of petulance, in case ya don’t know which site I mean.
I came up with this name last year, I think; I played the character of Miss Obstinate O in my kindergarten play. My parents insisted it was typecasting. Har har har. So that explains that.
Annnnnnyway, after my big declaration that I was going to give up dating, I felt tons better. TONS. But I failed to take into account my new addiction, Social Me on Facebook. Seriously, there’s a reason why that site is sometimes called Crackbook. It is addicting! If you’re not in the now, Social Me is an app that allows you to tag other people’s pictures. Of course you can chat if you so desire.
Today at work (I know, bad girl), I was bored and hopped on Crackbook for a few. This guy, John, had tagged me and I think I “thanked” him (also part of the app). We started chatting and continued on tonight on Yahoo messenger for about 90 minutes. Thank God he lives in Houston or else I’d be all over that. He’s cute, funny, can write in complete sentences … and is going through a divorce. Again, thank God he lives in Houston.
I am just having fun. I am just having fun. I am just having fun.