If you do not plan on eating your fish for dinner, you would catch and release it. You can use this same idea for having sex. This type of sex is not for everyone. There are many people who are not comfortable with a one night stand or mid day rendezvous. I find it exciting to indulge in it every now and then. Different strokes for different folks.
I tend to go on Tinder when I’m bored to swipe through the men deck. I typically do not look at their details. It is for shits and giggles. Well, I matched with this 22-year-old. Lets call him Charlie Conway from the ‘Mighty Ducks.’ He was a good-looking guy. His beard made him look a little older. We exchanged a few messages. It was nothing serious. Charlie ending up messaging me the following day to find out what I was going to do for the day. I told him I was going to the beach with my friends. He mentioned that we should meet up. I dismissed the message and closed the application. I was looking forward to a day with my friends, soaking up some rays and throwing back some beers.
Jude and I walked up to the tiki bar on the beach to order some drinks. I noticed a guy sitting with a group on the other side of the bar. He looked familiar. Hmm. I opened Tinder on my phone to Charlie’s profile. I asked Jude if he thought the guy at the bar and on my phone was the same person. Jude thought if it wasn’t the same person then they must be related. I messaged him to confirm our thoughts. He wasn’t picking up that I was at the same place as him. I heard him say, “The chick from Tinder. She’s 32.”Come on now. I messaged him and said, “Stop shouting my age like a football score!” He looked shocked and told his buddies that I heard them. They all started looking around for me. I waved with a smile. I owned it. I walked over and talked to him.
I quickly learned that Charlie was in college, on the hockey team, and flying out later that evening to go home. This would be the perfect opportunity for a catch and release afternoon delight for me. Yes, it also would make me an official cougar since he was ten years younger than me. Ain’t no shame in my game. Him and his one teammate kept saying they needed a shower before heading to the airport. Jude knew what I was thinking without me saying anything. Jude signaled for me to go for it. It would make for a good story. I invited Charlie and his buddy back to my place for showers, beers and food. Charlie asked me to join him in the shower. I stripped down and jumped in there with him. We started in there and finished on my bed. It was pretty good minus the end. I told him to cum on my chest. He must not shoot the puck often on the ice because he shot wide right. I luckily sensed his poor aim and turned my head. Whew. I saved my hair. We got dressed then Charlie and his buddy left for their flight. My friends and I grilled out then watched a scary movie. It was a successful day.
What were the chances of running into Charlie that day. There are probably quite a few of you judging me. That is okay. You get to read about it because I lived in the moment. I did not think I would hear from him again since he lived in the northeast. I was wrong. Apparently, the younger men think they are entitled to receive pictures after they have sex with you. They also do not understand that most people do not have a catalogue of naked pictures saved on their phone to send out on a whim. It is quite comical. I did save the best part for last. You may think I came up with his character name due to him being younger and playing hockey. That contributed to it, but he had a tattoo of the ‘Mighty Ducks’ on his ass. Charlie definitely worked the flying V angle.
Some people think the word “no” is mean. Sometimes the word “no” saves both parties time and energy. We all have those friends or married friends that try and help us single people out. Maybe some single people need a little push and shove help. I am not one of those people.
I was out with one of my married friends for a ‘Sunday Funday.’ We went to grab some food before heading to a beach concert. We had already been drinking and partying. The bartender was giving Mila and I the over flow from the frozen drinks he was making other customers. The gesture from the bartender sparked an idea for Mila and Willam. They thought it would be a great plan to start a conversation with him. They found out he was from Pittsburgh like us. These two thought he was good looking. They also thought we would be perfect together. There was one problem with that thought. He reminded me of my ex-boyfriend Gary. We all know how much I love the thought of that guy. ::insert heavy sarcasm::
I tried to explain to them that I did not want his number. I may be single, but I have fun on the side with someone. They couldn’t understand why I would want to pass up on this bartender. The dynamic duo took my phone and put his number in it along with his name. They proceeded to call him from my phone, so he had my number. My polite way of trying to say “no” clearly fell on deaf ears. Carter, the bartender, tried texting me to meet up at the concert. I was too drunk and had no desire to hang out with him. He sent me two messages Monday evening. I was already asleep after he sent the second one. He assumed that since I did not respond to his first message, an hour previous, that I must have been too drunk to remember him. My thoughts as I read his two messages on Tuesday morning, “No, asshole I remembered you. I just did not want to speak with you.” I responded in a short tone manner. I made sure to mention that he was coming off as impatient when it came to text messages. I didn’t hear from him the rest of the week. I thought I was in the clear since I was trying to make it apparent that I was not into him.
Saturday night arrives of that week. I went out with my two best guy friends for wings, beer and playoff hockey. Carter text messaged me asking what I was doing for the night. Ugh. My buddies saw the immediate reaction in my face upon looking at the message. I explained to them the situation. I responded to his text that I was out with my buddies at Hooters having wings and beer. That clearly should have been understood that I was out with guy friends. Carter proceeded to text me that he had an open bar tab at some bar if I wanted to hang out. My buddies took it upon themselves to try and write a message back to Carter. We sent a message to him asking if that meant it was for all of us since I wasn’t ditching my friends. Carter came back with a douche bag response that the bar tab was for him and I only. At this point, my two guy friends and I were all annoyed with him. The next message he sent was truly hysterical and perplexing. He said, “I know you don’t want to hang with me, it is what it is, you’re just gonna have to suck it up.” Ha. Carter caught the hint that I was not interested yet he thought that I did not have a choice in the matter?
I was right. Carter more than resembled my ex-boyfriend Gary. He also had a douche bag personality like him. I am not a pro at picking the right men, but I am good at picking up on vibes. He did not spark anything inside me let alone those good vibes. His impatient messages and ignorant comments were irritating. The best part was I realized I recognized him from Tinder. I swiped left on him. Ha. I guess even in a stack of men I knew that he wasn’t a good match for me. I love Mila and William for having good intentions. It was heart warming that they care about me, but ain’t nobody got time for all that. The next time I feel that way I will just say, “No.” Carter can share his bar tab with another broad because I don’t care to suck anything up besides a drink in a straw.
I am “Tindered” out in little over a month. It is clear that online dating sites or applications are not for me. It was fun in the beginning. I was just scrolling through a stack of possible men. There were guys that were good looking, weird, assholes, creeps, and so on. You truly did not know what you were going to get with each swipe of your finger. Not as endearing as a box of chocolates.
The problem for me was meeting someone online creates a veil of possible spark. It seemed there could be interest there, but you were not completely sure since you hadn’t met them in person yet. You shared pictures and conversation. It seemed like there could be the ‘Zsa Zsa Zsu.’ It was actually ‘Zsa Zsa Ew.’ I only met three guys out for drinks the whole time I was on Tinder. The one I previously wrote about which was not a fit for me. The other one was very good looking and a nice guy, but there was no spark. The last guy, who asked not to be a part of this, turned out to be very cool. I wanted to be friends with him. It worked out well that way. None of them turned out to be real sparks though. Which is why I did not have sex with any of them.
The Tinder fairy tale book is closing for now. I didn’t want to delete the application just in case I needed a laugh again. The notifications are turned off though. I will stick with the ‘ol fashioned way of meeting men while I am out and about. It suits me much better. I give a lot of credit to people who are on these sites really looking for someone because I got tired of it after a month. Good luck to all you crazy guys and broads looking for tail or love. I hope you all find your unicorns and white ponies! God speed.
I do not know which type of guy is worse on Tinder. The men who are creeps and assholes or the desperate, broad type of men looking for a lifelong partnership. Is there ever a happy medium? Do not get me wrong there is nothing wrong with men looking for a serious relationship. However, I do not think you should skip the small talk straight to the serious relationship talk. That is usually put off until the three month mark. I understand not wanting to beat around the bush, but it is a little much all at once in a first conversation. I know my brutal honesty has been taken as intimidating with some men.
The guy’s tattoo on the left had me cracking up. He looks in the mirror every morning and gets a positive message every time, “You’re worth it.” Can you imagine if a broad got that tattoo above her ass? HaHa.
We also have the random married men on there. They have no shame in their game. This one in particular laid all his cards out on the table. He is probably more honest than most men with a ring. Or maybe his wife really doesn’t know. Who knows. It is still a gamble. I stand firm on the fact that his package picture is nothing appealing to me. I would much prefer a shirtless picture than that eggplant. Can you imagine if broads went around posting pictures of them in their underwear showing their camel toes? Lord, that is a disturbing image! Ew! ::Jimmy Fallon, Sara voice::
My surprise came when my one boss came up on my Tinder. It was slightly awkward. Do you swipe right, so he is not offended? Or would he be more offended by you swiping right? Is that work place sexual harassment? I made a good joke out of it as you see from the screenshot. He was a good sport about it. The ironic thing is how many guys do catfish and steal other men’s pictures for their own. I saw about four or five men posing to be Nick Bateman. That is the other problem with online sites. You have no idea if the person you are talking to really matches their pictures they have up on the site until you meet them in person. I do not know if you blame the superficial world we live in or the narcissistic assholes.
How many times have you heard a man detest cats? I am officially calling bullshit. There are a lot of men on Tinder holding cats in their pictures. The amount is kind of shocking. It seems there are a lot of men who are closet cat lovers. I also find it funny how many guys have puppies as their front picture or the guy holding the puppy. It reminds me of the creepy guy with candy luring the kid into their van. As if, women spread their legs for any dick with a puppy.
Next, we have the men who think their best side is showing their packages. I do not care how big a guys dick is if he is a douche bag. No dick is worth shit if he is an asshole. How many women would sleep with a guy just because he has a big dick? Is it the old beauty is only a light switch away idea or throw a brown paper bag over their head? I do not like dick pix. I look like the monkey emoji covering its eyes when I receive one. Dicks, balls, vaginas, and assholes are not cute.
There is a reason they are called private parts. They need to stay private. These guys are putting their hot dogs, bananas, or eggplants out on social media for everyone to see and screenshot. This David guy is stating he wants something serious, but his picture states the opposite. He is just writing fluff for what every typical broad wants to hear from a man. The smart ones would see his big dick bullshit. His dick also looks like it hooks a little. Most broads do not want a crooked dick. If we did want that, we would just sit on our thumbs and rotate.
Andrew thought this was his best side for the camera. Ha. Oh man. Tinder is definitely good for some laughs. It is also sad this is what women have to pick from in the single pond. It is not very appealing. Single is more appealing than subjecting yourself to one of these dick bags. I know Tinder is not eHarmony, but it also is not Craigslist. Tinder works with your Facebook account. If you only wanted a fuck buddy or a booty call, you still need to treat the person like a human being and not a piece of meat. A lot of guys and maybe broads too forget that little piece of the puzzle. There is nothing wrong with just wanting someone to hook up with now and then. Some people cannot commit to one person, have time for a relationship, or are ready to open themselves up for a relationship. That does not make them bad people, but it also does not give them the right to degrade someone for sex. We should all do our part in trying to keep whats between our legs a little classy and something to desire.
There are a few nice, normal guys on Tinder. However, the majority seem to be assholes, creeps, pigs and douche bags. Who are these women out there allowing these “men” to talk to them in such a degrading, disrespecting manner?! My girlfriends and I clearly know that it will not be tolerated with us. Yes, sometimes it is funny and sometimes it is rude. Who raised these boys? Why do they think first conversation means they can ask every detail of your sex life? Who said we wanted to have sex with them? Did they miss the lesson where we learned that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?
These guys may be nice looking, but it does not mean we automatically want to sleep with them. Swiping right is not the leg opener at least not for most women. We like to take care of ourselves and our pikachus. No one likes chipped ham or blown out tires down there. I have not lost my “sex drive” since walking into the thirties club, but I am much more selective with who gets to water my flower bed. I would rather go another nine months of no sex than sleep with a dog. That is one reason I rescued a female puppy. I hate the red rocket on male dogs. There are enough creeps running around with their red rockets out that I did not want one in my house.
It truly amazes me that these “men” think talking to a broad like this will prosper them in any way. They might as well put peanut butter on
Eddie the Dickhole’s number please contact him if you’d like slutty sex
their dick and have their dog lick it off. Because the majority of women are going to tell them to piss off. The best part is I normally have no problem talking about sex hence this blog, but I do not owe you any details or truth if you are some random creep. Eddie, the 26 year old creep, thought he could get all the details and names of who I slept with recently. No sir, you are not privileged to that information. Did he think coming at me with a tone was going to help sell his case of wanting to get his dick wet in my flower bed? He asked if my friend I last slept with fucked me good. I am pretty sure Eddie has more creepy crawlers in his crotch than worrying about my pristine Miss Lucy. He can fuck off with his Section 8 dick.
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I am really bad at remembering to message these guys back on Tinder. I slightly suck at it. I get called out for it too. Whoops. However, in my defense, some of these guys message me late at night during the week. I have to let them know I am asleep by or before 10 o’clock during the week. Late nights during the week are once in a blue moon now. I am not old either. I am seasoned. I also know if I do not get enough sleep it better be for a good reason because I will be tired and cranky as all hell the following two days. Ha.
This Devin guy uses emojis like it’s his job and he is getting paid for it. I question if he is another gay straight man. What happened to small talk? This guy is taking it right to the altar. I decided he was too cereal for me. ::unmatched::
When did men become more desperate than women with an internal clock ticking away? The majority of people really do not like slapping a label on things right out the gate. Where is the fun in that? Most of us avoid that topic as long as we possibly can. I cannot take some of these guys seriously though. This Daniel guy very well could have been joking. However, he did say he really did like long walks on the beach. What happened to the manly men? Did gay straight men take over? It is nice to walk on the beach with someone special to you, but I don’t want to hear how you love that and candle lit baths. I would rather you not say anything to me, grab me up like a cavemen, throw me over your shoulder, throw me on the bed, and show me who is boss. I do not want to sit around and talk about feelings with you or where our future is going. If I wanted to do that, I would call one of my girlfriends or my gay best friends to come over for wine.