Touched down back home. New man, brief meet, numbers exchanged. Life is no longer simple; basic questions of future plans, work day, family life seem devoid. I’ve noticed a fairly consistent pattern in the men I seem to be meeting as of late. Firstly, the photo obsession. Clearly, I never leave that much of an impression if they can’t remember what I look like. My own theory, they probably forget if I’m curvy or just fat so need a photo to remind themselves (atleast that’s what I hope the photo is for). Note, I’m curvylicious.
New man, photo sent, I don’t particularly mind. Next on the agenda if the pattern follows correctly should be inconsistent communication, ok good, he commits to that step, the pattern is continuing.
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”. First question he asks me about …. me. Now that’s a new and rather odd one. He’s thrown a curve ball, I’m not quite sure where this is headed and my reply is rubbish. It bores him. I ask him to be blunt. “Ok, what’s the craziest think you’ve done with someone else?”. I check (because I like to be obvious), if he is indeed asking me about my past sex life. He confirms.
When speaking to me for the first time, turns out it’s not that important to ask me about my thoughts on anything intellectual or what makes a good human being but rather if I’m willing to give blow jobs after marriage. Sigh. Next.