He's Shallow, So Shallow

I’ve gotten to a point where I can barely keep up with myself. Since I decided to go to Italy, I’ve been avoiding the dating apps. I’ve happily got a casual lover (actually closer to 3 right now), but what I truly want at this point is much more. The other morning I woke up desperately wanting someone to wake up with. I loved waking up with Finance. I mean seriously, the guy was massive. Not fit per say, but otherwise the perfect body.

Because I’m not taking the dating thing seriously, I’m kind of letting some guys have it, and blowing other ones off. This one really attractive guy that I’ve been texting with for almost two weeks, bailed on the date on Saturday. Which was completely fine, because I was totally hungover and exhausted. We made tentative plans to get together on Sunday, but then he never texted back to confirm. Which was also fine, because I spent the day catching up on work.

What did suck, was getting a text late last night apologizing for not getting back to me, but that he didn’t really know what I looked like, so wasn’t excited to meet me. Instead of laying into him, I kept prodding him. But it did sting. He had seen all of my pics on the app, and then I’d sent him screenshots of my IG account. Prior to that he suggested that we become friends on Facebook. Which I will not do. Like, not till we’re FB official will I do that again. I said that was pretty shallow of him, and then I started wondering if maybe he’d been burned by someone that didn’t look like their pic, so I said as much. He suggested we Facetime. So I told him sure, but that I was pretty offended. He apologized and said he didn’t mean it that way. I’m like seriously, how could I not be offended by that? I’m already in bed so I’m not going to look my best, but if it would convince him that I wasn’t making up my profile I’d do it. Actually, what I said was, “I can, I’m just in bed so I’m clearly not going to look my best, but if you need some sort of proof that I’m not some trans psycho or something feel free to FaceTime me.” Truth be told, I hadn’t taken my makeup off and was wearing a top where you could see my cleavage, so I did look pretty good.

He was so weird! Showed me this new white leather couch that he’d bought, a new Jenga game that was clearly blowing his mind, a house plant, and a pair of socks he’d gotten from work. Seriously?? This guy was nuts! He told me he worked in AI, so now I’m wondering if they were molding a retarded robot after him. He tried to get me to guess where he was from, I guessed Peru, then Turkey, and he said close, similar people, but different area. And it was named after the most famous basketball player. As far as I know there’s no country called Steph Curry. Ah, Jordan! Nope, no thank you, buh bye. I’ve had nothing but horrible encounters with middle eastern men, and this guy was already a shallow dick. So pretty much as soon as he told me that I said, “Ok, nice chat.” and hung up. He texted and wanted to know why, and then told me that I looked good. I said, thank you. Not, “I know mother fucker!” Le sigh.