So, Headshot. I have received 333 emails from the man in the past, what, four days? Last night was like talking to a different person, though. He was arrogant instead of cocky, short-tempered instead of funny, and flat-out rude in some cases. Too many inconsistencies to make this shy wallflower (stop laughing) come out of her shell. What do you think is the likelihood that he doesn’t have a home phone? That’s a clever way of not getting me to call because he lives with, say, a wife? And the fictitious grandchildren that we’ve been joking about? Well, I guess that depends on whether or not you believe his comment last night about having had a vasectomy. Hmm, left field what?
I don’t like to be played, and I hate this leery feeling. I’m tired of being lied to… I said to T. today that I don’t know where I find these losers… or how these losers find me. lol. Anyway, with Headshot, I sent him an email after he had a “call” last night, and told him if was interested, then he should let me know when he could meet for coffee. I don’t expect to hear from him again, and I’m not particularly heartbroken about it. It’s just too bad, because he really is funny. Update: he just emailed me.
T. kinda compared them to con artists, and that’s what they are, in a sense. After being burned by Donny, I’m – thankfully – more cautious. I think sometimes you can believe someone implicitly – as I trusted Hockey – and sometimes, there are too many red flags and you have to question. I think when you start questioning yourself, like, maybe he really is telling the truth… if you have to convince yourself or talk yourself out of something, well, then you’re talking yourself into something wrong. Let’s just say I’m not putting myself out there until I know it’s safe, secure, and all right. I’m worth too much to waste it by jumping into something with someone I wouldn’t normally look at. Yes, damn it, I really want to get laid (lol) but I have to keep Hockey in mind… That whole package is out there somewhere, and I aim to find it!
Yeah, I’m dwelling on Hockey. But you try meeting a guy that you think is flat-out perfect (he hasn’t logged back into the site where I met him, BTW) but attached to someone else. I tell you, his wife had better treat him like gold. Gah. Enough of that. He’s taught me to raise my standards, is the point.
T. is in the province. It was great to see her, looking all tanned and fabulous. C’mon, most of us would look like bags of crap after getting up at 3a.m.. Not so much her. Hopefully we can squeeze in another visit before she takes off for Arkansas again. And I know she’s got some plans in the works, and I’m cheering for her, and I swear it’s not just because I don’t want to work at Hell anymore… lol.
Not much else is going on. I think I kicked the cold / sinus thing after those awesome Benadryl pills. Wowee, those things work! I thought yesterday morning that I might want to take a cleaver to my face to get rid of the pain, but by yesterday afternoon, I was pretty sure I’d live. So far, so good…
Numbnuts keeps flying into the kitchen and squawking. I’ve hung the other curtain in that doorway. It’s held up with green painter’s tape and there’s a foot of it lying on the floor. Let me tell you, that’s a hot look…
