I've been kind of slack about posting in my blog lately, but there hasn't been much to write about.  There's been a lot of assorted blah, but nothing pressing, so I saved it all up to blah you with all at once :)

Today, I was looking at the list of people who've viewed my profile on PayVanilla.  There was one listed with the tagline "Goathearder seeking Princess".  That grabbed my attention.  Goathearder?  Was this some new euphamism with which I was unfamiliar?  Was there some sci-fi/fantasy novel or video game with goathearder heroes?  My interest was piqued, so I opened the profile.  I started scrolling through his photos, and then stopped dead when I saw actual goats.  A lot of them.  What kind of sick... oh wait.  Next picture.  Him with the goats.  There was no euphmism.  He really IS a goatherder.

I didn't see THAT one coming.

I'm so jaded.


So, last we really checked in on me and dating, I'd had a very nice much delayed second date with Scape, involving lots of good booty.  Scape seems genuinely interested in getting together again, but we've been having a helluva time getting schedules coordinated.  We had tentative plans on Saturday, but that fell through.  We're supposed to see one another again tomorrow evening, but at this point I'm not holding my breath that it will actually happen.  I'm keeping an open mind about him, but something tells me he's not going to be romantic relationship material - but as slow as my sex life has been lately, I'd be fine and dandy with taking on a new regular casual boytoy - especially one as talented in bed as he is!

There's another guy that I met on SexSite who's been a bit of an enigma.  He's droolingly hot, a marathon runner with a chiseled torso that would make most men weep.  He's recently out of a relationship (and clearly still hung up on the ex and hopes that she'll take him back despite his having just moved 3 hours away), and not wanting to dive into romantic involvement again right away.  He is new to the concept of online dating and/or hooking up, and, well, lacking a wee bit of maturity (his questions about swinging indicate a clear naivete but eagerness to learn).  SO...  why am I bothering with him, you might ask?  Did I mention he's droolingly hot?  And did I mention my slow sex life lately and how I wouldn't mind adding a hot new boytoy to the roster if he's got the skillz to pay the billz?

We met for dinner, and had a nice time chatting and flirting.  He IMs me several times a day, and we established that there clearly was a mutual interest in getting together again.  He was very excited about the thought of exploring our physical chemistry together (and admitedly, so was I, but not as overt about it), so we made plans to get together. I didn't really expect it to actually happen though.  A combination of my generally skeptical nature (which tends to increase the hotter someone is), his admitted nervousness about getting together, and my dating-sixth-sense led me to fully expect the plans to fall through last minute.

We were supposed to get together Tuesday after work.  I expected to get home at least an hour before he was going to arrive.  I had a bunch of tidying up to do before he got home, but I figured I'd have time to do it, and, well, I was expecting to get a cancellation message sometime on Tuesday, so I didn't bother to tidy up the day before.  My inner skeptic said the plans wouldn't be happening, so why do the work and get disappointed? 

My last meeting ran late, and when it finished at about 5 I realized with the stops I had to make on the way home, I wouldn't be getting home until almost 6, leaving me no time to freshen up and tidy up my house before he arrived.  I called and left him a voicemail asking if we could push our plans back to 7.  When I hadn't heard back from him and it was 10 minutes to 6 (and I wasn't yet home), I called him back again.  He sounded momentarily surprised when I said who it was.  I asked if he'd gotten my message, and he said he was just getting out of work, his meeting had run late as well (great, so you were already going to be late, were you going to call and let me know?).  Aaaaaaand he said he wasn't going to be able to make it due to having to go look at a sofa he'd found online (he just moved and is furnitureless).  Blah blah blah blah, keep you posted, blah blah get together soon blah blah. (Great, so you weren't even going to MAKE it...  were you going to call and let me know?)

His excuse may have been legit.  But I think it's just as likely that he chickened out.  I won't be surprised if I don't hear from him again. *eyeroll*

I had a first date with another guy a few days ago, which went... OK... but there won't be a second.  He was a Russian-turned-Ukrainian-turned-Canadian-turned-American, an engineer-turned-auto mechanic with a thick accent.  He was fairly attractive and fairly interesting - BUT... he had sort of a half-goofy, half-creepy grin, and when I tried to imagine him making his "O" face during sex, I immediately imagined myself cringing and trying to look away - and that's not a good thing.  Plus...  his fingernails were dirty.  I've known my fair share of mechanics, and while some are grimy, most seem to be able to get their fingernails and cuticles clean when they're done with work just fine.  But while his hands looked generally clean, he had that black rim around his cuticles and black dirt caked under his nails, and I could NOT imagine letting those dirty digits touch my naughty bits!

So, no second date for him!

And my last story is of a guy who didn't even get so far as a first date.  We met on BDSMSite, which is a rarity.  Men on that site who are both attractive and of appealing personality are a rarity on that site, but the few gems are worth sticking around to find.  This guy found me, and we had an instant personality connection from our first conversation.  He was attractive and appealing, and was currently visiting a friend in Amsterdam, to return in a week.  We had tons of common interests, and he seemed quite smitten to find that not only did I know his favorite broadway musical, but I played the lead role in college.

It was all going swimmingly until he referred to his "wife/ex/whatever."  When I asked him to elaborate, it turned out that not only is he not single, not divorced, he's not even officially separated yet.  They've been talking about it for 3 months, living in separate bedrooms for a month, probably will sort it out when he gets back from his trip, he doesn't see a pathway back to fixing things, but no final decision has actually been made yet.

To which I responded "and... the final decision hasn't even yet been made and you're already looking for someone else?"

Charming.

Honestly, I understood his situation and where he was coming from.  I didn't think he was being slimy, but rather had lost hope in ever fixing things, knew official separation was eminent, and was looking for a sympathetic ear and a warm body to cozy up to in the difficult coming months.

But I sure as hell don't want to fill that kind of role for anyone right now.

I told him "OK, I understand where you're coming from, but understand where I'm coming from, and my hesitation to get involved in any way with a man who's not even separated yet and has a whole long and painful process of divorce ahead of him."

And that was about it.  We said a few more pleasantries, and made our mutual exits.

And that was that.

So here I am, mid-week, having had several sets of plans this week cancelled last minute (Mitch cancelled some platonic plans this evening...  which wasn't a big deal except that I'd turned down other offers for tonight because I was expecting to see him, so it was inconsiderate to wait until this morning to let me know he was backed up with work and needed to reschedule for sunday afternoon).  I'm supposed to have a nice evening with Scape tomorrow night, and I even bought ingredients to cook him a tasty dinner, but my inner skeptic is out in full force, and until I see a positive upswing in my dating world, I'll probably be stuck in "I'll believe it's going to happen when it actually happens" mode.

-Vixen