Today I took down all my CL posts, for reasons unrelated to any of the rest of this post. I was trying to fill the empty spaces, but it wasn’t working. Why bother?
Anyway. At some point over the weekend, I answered some guy’s ad. We’ve been exchanging e-mails. Today, he answered one of my ads. CL is actually a pretty small world. Hang out there enough, and you start to know people. I’m not sure that’s a good thing. I’ve met some okay people, but. Dude. Mostly I want to poke myself in the eye. Hence the mass deletion.
I also tend to freak out. I have a gazillion IM accounts, because I’ll give an IM name to some guy, chat with him until he bores me, and then — instead of doing something remotely reasonable like telling him I’m not interested — I never sign on to that account again. So I have to make a new one every time some guy asks me what my screenname is. I am awesome in all ways. Or something. The point is, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, and so it is painfully obvious that I need to stop doing it.
But moving on! Yesterday, I e-mailed a few times with a guy who’d answered one of the weekend posts. The e-mails were going well. He was interesting and smart and funny and we were getting along. We made arrangements to meet later this week for dinner. (I almost certainly would have freaked out and stood him up, but that is totally not the point.) Then he asked what sort of guy I usually go for.
I answered truthfully: I don’t really have a type. I haven’t been with all that many men. I like tall guys, but have been with short ones. I like height/weight proportionate guys, but have been with overweight ones. I like men, but have been with women. Whatever.
The guy writes back, and is suddenly Mr. Passive Aggressive: “It’s too bad. Intellectual connections are so hard to find. Good luck on your search.”
… Alan Rickman is hot!
Today he responded to one of my *other* ads to make snarky comments: “Too bad you’re hung up on looks,” and, “I’m shaking my head at you.” I finally wrote back and told him to get the fuck over himself, because it’s pretty clear that he’s the one hung up on looks. Then I made a filter to delete any further e-mails he sends me.
The filter didn’t work, though, and he wrote to say he likes me a lot and is confused because he can’t tell if I care about looks. I am not writing back, because he is an asshole. I am taking a firm stand against assholes. I am tired of assholes. I fixed the filter.
