So, I don't have any dates .....to report since I've genuinely been dating myself (music festivals, craft beer, diy fashion, beignets.... there's no cap to the sweetness), but I have some pretty entertaining conversations to share over the next couple posts..... Of course this boy met the first requirement of having blazing blue eyes. He kicked things off in a flirty manner, with sexual undertones, naturally. He was quite beautiful, yet quite aware of that surface beauty. He sent me 14 pictures, all selfies of himself in different poses and shirtless. Sure, to many, this may be a dream but all I could think was.... gosh I hope he's not on some strict diet, burgers and fries are a delicacy for me.
The more words that were exchanged, the less interested I became. This boy was dense as a sack of bricks. My vocabulary is not complex, yet he kept questioning words I was asking. He needed clarification for practically everything! I felt like I was tutoring again. Then, he sent me a picture that wasn't in the Inbox, so it was a live one that you had to click out of to make it disappear. Instantly, the anticipation of a dreaded dick pic consumed me. For hours, I never opened it. Turned out, it was just another harmless selfie..... It was quite liberating for me to walk away from a guy with washboard abs. This total babe was built like a brick house with a box of matches and armful of candles for electricity; at first thought, that seems romantic, but the wick will burn out. I walked away because I wasn't interested, not because he thought I wasn't enough physically or quite literally too much physically since he had polished six pack. But, he was less than suave and then unfriended me!
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