I met a guy for coffee three nights ago; one of those online dating things where we exchanged a few e-mails and set up a meeting. He was smart, had a decent personality, looked like his photo, and seemed like a nice enough guy. But his eye contact was erratic, so I did not suggest that we set up a date. Is that lame enough?
Change the first word in each sentence to “men,” and I agree.
I’m not at all a perfectionist. But there are three things that kinda irk me, and they all still haunt me:
Too much damned makeup, or not wearing it ‘correctly’. If I wanted plaster, I’d go to Home Depot. If I wanted coats of paint, I’d go to Sherwin Williams. Please, for the love of God, wash your face and take off last week’s foundation before I kiss you goodnight again.
Your teeth. I understand you may not have had braces as a kid, but when your front teeth have a deeper tan than my skin, I’ve got issues. Have you never heard of the Cavity Creeps in Toothopolis? If you’re not going to brush, I’m not going to make you laugh anymore–when you smile, cars fuckin’ slow down.
I met you a few years back. I spring for a ticket to bring you up to see me. Then, you go catatonic on me, blow me off and don’t even speak to me, and start dancing with other guys on my dime. I should have kicked you out of the place, but I was too gentlemanly. At the least, I should have taken my blankets off my own bed whilst I slept on my couch. Bitch.
I’m sorry. I just didn’t answer the phone anymore from those three.
That’s not a lame reason at all. I married someone who was a bad kisser–it’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, and I’ll never do it again. Life is too short for bad kissing!
AMEN! You’re preaching to the choir here, I’d rather make out w/ a good kissin’ man than do most anything else, 'cept maybe reading. And even then, if he’s a good enough kisser, the book can wait.
In a similar vein, I’m unlikely to date anyone who calls me sexy, or ‘Sexy’ in a first conversation. I know where your brain’s at already and I can’t trust your motives. Sure, I knew you were hoping to get laid at some point, but don’t be so blatant.
I don’t use the chat features on dating sites, but I mention that very thing in my profile: when I describe the kind of guy I’m looking for I have a short list of “with luck, you…” statements, and one of them is “you don’t ever type ‘2’ instead of ‘to’.” IRL I know some great guys who can’t write for shit, but when it comes to online dating I definitely use a guy’s writing ability as a criterion.
Yep. For me it’s not so much about knowing where his brain is, it’s more that I don’t respond well to insincerity – especially compliments that seem insincere, or like lines.
Now, before the self-esteem police come to take me away, I’m not saying that I’m not sexy, or that I can’t believe any guy would think that I am … it’s just that I think my sexiness is something that mostly comes across in person, and I don’t think there’s any way that a guy can tell whether I’m sexy or not just from a couple of pictures on my profile. At least, not the pictures that I post!
He was tall, handsome, well built, and had a sexy voice. Unfortunately he was also dumber than dirt. I don’t require a genius but being able to tie your own shoelaces without written instruction would be nice.