I was scrolling through my stack of men and a familiar face came up. It was one of my good guy friends. I obviously had to swipe right for him. We knew it was fate. HaHa. It truly is funny that I have had a handful of people I knew or was friends with come up in my stack. A little awkward for the guys I know, but I am not friends with them. Awkward because I swiped left. Sorry not sorry.
I was still struggling with which route I wanted to take with Arthur. Friend path or more than friend path. There were a lot of similarities to some of my ex boyfriends of regret past, especially Gary and Barry. He did not seem like a bad guy at all. He was a very cookie cutter type of guy. Arthur made the comment he’s never been with a broad with a tongue ring. He said he probably wouldn’t let me near his crotch. I had a laugh at that since back in the day that was why most broads got their tongue pierced. Tongues and metal rods on guys shafts supposedly does wonders for extreme hardening. If he did not like the thought of a tongue ring, he would probably tell me I’m crazy when I asked him to choke me during sex. Or he would hightail it out of my house. ::pineapples bitch:: Arthur also referred to himself as a “pottery barn whore.” He slightly reminded me of the gay straight man that was talked about on Sex and the City. He was very nice, good looking, and had a great attitude. I could see us being good friends though.
My exes Gary and Barry were both cookie cutter, short and bland in bed. I don’t know what I want in a man, but I do know what I don’t want in a man. I am too wild and love to color outside the lines. Arthur and I were not going to work out as more than friends. It reminded me of Chibs from Sons of Anarchy when he was banging the Sheriff Althea Jarry. He told her that she was a cop and he was a criminal, so they cannot be scene walking hand in hand down the sidewalk. Arthur and I were the same situation. He knew I was writing about this on my blog. I knew I had to tell him before I wrote about it. That would be a real dick move if I did not tell him and just let him find out on here. I am a compassionate and honest person, so I asked him if it was possible for us to be just friends and I explained how I was feeling about it. I truly wanted to be friends with him and thought I was very kind with how I laid it out there. He responded to me with, “That’s fine.” That is not an ideal two word response. I have tried to message him since and nothing. We did not even kiss and Arthur was that salty. Maybe it was a good thing I ended it before it started. I didn’t want to end up like the movie ‘Safe Haven.’ Ha.
(side note: After this post, I am just going to do updates on the experiment. The days are stating to blend together.)
Day 6 happened to fall on Valentines Day. I usually loathe that day for many reasons even when I have been in a relationship. This year was different. I had
friends over my house to play corn hole and beer pong. I was telling my buddies about my Tinder experiences. Arthur came up. My guy friends were not keen on the fact that he was in law enforcement. Some of us may or may not partake in illegal activities.
wished to cook for me. Oh hell no! I am not telling you where I live. If I was really mean, I would have told him to delete my number right at that moment. I was slightly thankful he threw his warning label at me all at once because that just saved me time. Time is very precious. Ibrahim did text me here and there. I have been very short with my responses to give the hint. However, yesterday he came at me with some lame ass texts. I had to be a slight bitch. Sorry not sorry. He wasn’t catching my hint. I cursed his man bun and blocked his number.
asleep by 10:00 pm at the latest during the work week. I cannot function on little to no sleep like I used to in my younger 20’s. The one creep somehow still was not annoyed by my responses and thought I did not get the concept of flirting or being sexy. HaHa. It was more fun being sarcastic and an asshole than coming out and telling him that I couldn’t take him seriously with the hand comments.
Dating is so nerve racking to me. It reminds me of Vince Vaughn in ‘Wedding Crashers.’ His explanation of dating is how I feel about it. After two beers, I felt a little more relaxed. Arthur reminded me a lot of Jaxon. He truly was a normal guy. He had a past to share like we all do. It was good conversation. I let him do the majority of the talking which was nice. I hate feeling like I am talking just to avoid awkward silence. Arthur walked me to my car like a gentleman. We hugged and went on our separate ways.
I have racked up 27 matches in three days. How many is too many though? Tinder reminds me of a game. Especially when it tells you that you have a match and you can either message them or keep playing. It also has the slight feeling of speed dating. The pro would be that you did not actually have to see them in person for the speed round. You get to swipe through your stack of men at your own pace. The other nice feature I found on Tinder is the “unmatch” button. I would assume you use this after you had a conversation with a person. Or maybe you accidentally swiped right. In my instance, I would unmatch myself from the two creeps.
the female. I chose the subtle approach because I was still learning how Tinder worked. A total of nine guys started conversations with me. Two out of the nine guys ended up being creeps. They were not being offensive. They were either using cheesy lines or laughable comments. I cannot say it was their age either. One guy was 35 years old and the other was 28 years old. I just want to know what broads go for these types of guys. You know someone has to go for it because they clearly think it is a great working angle. It was hard to take them seriously though. Ha.
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