I spent the night on OkCupid, and surprisingly enough only one freak hit me up! The rest of them were normal guys. There were three and a half guys who caught my interest. If you're wondering how there could be a half, you'll soon find out.
Candidate #1- We'll call "the soccer player". He's tall, African, and he looks pretty decent. After a few hours of exchanging I.M's we finally exchanged numbers. Unfortunately, The conversation ended along with the I'M's. He sent empty texts that only created small talk, but nothing there... So far, we're still bullshitting each other by responding and sending "hey". If nothing progresses after tomorrow, I'm deleting the number.
Candidate #2- I call him "Frappuccino". The conversation flowed from the minute he winked at me. He was having a mocha frappuccino at Starbucks and I was having strawberry milk at home. The communication really had me going. Once we stopped talking, I checked out his profile. His pictures was the first thing I looked at. He was hot! Six packs, glistening skin, biceps on point... He was an A+ in my book up until I saw his age. He's 34. Too bad he wasn't thirty. For me age isn't just a number. Maybe when I'm thirty I'll be cool wth the age difference.
Candidate #3- I call him "India". See, when I give them little names like this, It's easier for me [and you]to remember. India has it all. He's attractive, good listener, smart, morals, respectful.... I like him already. We communicate well with one another, the conversation flows, we are on the same page, and we spent an hour on I.M, an hour talking, and all day & afternoon texting. So far, I haven't seen any flaws or anaything that would send me running. I like him.
Candidate #3.5- He's from Philly, but I'll call him the "Idiot". He started the conversation with an argument. He stated I sent him a wink in which I know wasn't true because I never sent anyone a wink. Anywho, we had a real conversation up until the breaker crept in. He was giving me a scenario of how he can be romantic. He said he'll have rose petals all over, a bottle of champagne on ice, and a lingerie my size laid out on the bed. In my mind I'm thinking this guy is full of shit! Your idea of being romantic is getting a girl you barely know into bed. I entertained his idea of being romantic by asking him what type of champagne he would have on ice, the IDIOT said MERLOT. Ok... I wrapped up the conversation and that was that.
These guys were decent, but the only one who still has my interest is India
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