Let it not be said that I haven't learned anything from my adventures in dating. Each adventure represents lessons learned. Like back in April, when in the Lies Men Tell, I met a dishonest, disingenuous jerk that caused me to generate the term Barney, the breed of guys who, like Neil Patrick Harris' character Barney on the show "How I Met Your Mother", are womanizers who make a game of telling a woman whatever it is they think she wants to hear in an effort to get her in bed on the first date, and regardless of whether she sleeps with him or not, they never want to see or sleep with a woman more than once. He wasn't the first Barney I encountered, not by a long shot, but it was with him that insight was gained and Barneys became a lesson learned. So I'll call him Barney #1.
Today's story, however, is about another man...
I had a date.
It was cancelled last minute.
Grumble grumble.
Did I pee in God's cheerios?
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Go back and read part 1... because otherwise Part 2 won't make much sense.
- Mood:
annoyed
Recent experiences have taught me the lessons that A. a great first date does not indicate that there will be a great second date, B. a great first date does not indicate that there will be ANY second date, and C. I really don’t get men nearly as well as I might have thought.
- Mood:
confused
I met a soldier a while back on SexSite. He seemed outgoing, intelligent, interesting, witty, not to mention HOT (and hung like a horse). We chatted online extensively for a few days before making plans to meet. He told me he’d just returned from
He said that he’d only been home a week or so, and had not been with a woman since his last trip home to the states several months earlier. Normally I would have found this sort of desperation unappealing, but he was super hot and seemed super into me, and somehow I found the idea of rocking his world and giving him a great homecoming very appealing.
- Mood:
thoughtful
