SO, I think I’ve been Catfished…

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No backstory needed, it’s the guy from THIS post, the same one who ditched me in THIS post. So keep in mind, I’ve never actually met the Jerk-Face-Mean-ManBoy.

About three weeks ago he started calling again, but from a new cell phone number. Honestly, we’ve all changed numbers, but I should have realized when he was referencing text messages that should have been on his old account. Anyway, it seemed extraneous, but 13-hours after the latest weirdness that’s just dawned on me.

ANYWAY….

It seemed to me that he was just bored and wanted someone to call and text to feel part of the human race. It’s a poopy thing to do. You don’t string people along. And you don’t mess around making plans if you have absolutely no intention of ever showing up. They have “1-800” phone lines for that kind of stuff. At this point it hadn’t occurred to me that I was being catfished. {Poor Manti Te’o, that’ shizzznat is embarrassing…)

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BUT I thought, excrement occurs (my polite-er, SHIT HAPPENS), and against my better judgment I thought,let’s give this guy another chance”. And with much prodding by my very caring sister, I agreed to go out with him, again, after him blowing me off twice before.

Fast forward. About two hours before we were supposed up meet up, I ended up with a little mess at work that needed to be attended to, but I communicated to him that I was unable to make it and would like to reschedule.

He called later in the week to reschedule, and I agreed, but that since we’d had a few snafu’s before, that he’d call me at 1 p.m. to confirm as life happens – no big deal, just communicate in advance and manage expectations.

So much for adult, direct communication. And does he really want to meet up? Now, I think he’s just making a monkey of me.

After 1 p.m. came and went, I figured I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and text him. I didn’t call as he claims to be a physician, and if that was true, a ringing phone while with a patient isn’t a good thing – understandably. He called back but was non-committal, got off the phone after saying he’d call me back. He did, but at 9 p.m. that night, long after our coffee should have come and gone.

So, that’s 3 blow-offs from his end, and 1 rescheduling from my end… Ouch. So then I start to get suspicious, which paired nicely with my bruised ego. And decided since he sees nothing amuck with blowing me off, then no matter what, we’ve got some fundamental issues that couldn’t be worked out. Lady needs a little R E S P E C T.

So in being equally immature, which I admit, I decided just to never answer the phone again. That tactic quickly backfired. So this is now a week after my vow of not answering the phone, and he’s called twice, no messages left. This morning at 8:17 a.m. I get a call from a “No Caller ID” number, to which I usually don’t answer, but as it happens…I answered this odd time. It was him asking when we were going out. WTF.

Let’s go over it quickly: He ambushed me from a blocked number, which may be a third phone number in a few months. He’s trying to schedule a date, but never shows up. I have no idea what his last name is – because he won’t share it because other women have looked him up at his office… (ok, sounds crazy in retrospect, I should have cut it off there). He says he’s a doctor, to which I have no evidence. He’s says he’s from south Florida but has a New York accent (to which I’ve inquired about before and he has no real answer). And then he got very angry when I made a joke that he was catfishing me…and growled and grumbled through the phone, still wanted a date, and when I firmly told him that I wasn’t interested in his anger or in his treatment of me. Then told me “to go {expletive} myself.”

Well, clearly, I hung up.

Then, I spent the next 30 minutes with my jaw on the floor. Let’s go with the very simple realization, if it’s not good in the beginning, it’s never going to be good.

I can’t imagine his behavior, or treatment of me being worse.
Maybe women overanalyze, but really, can you blame me here?! I feel like I’ve dodged some kind of high powered explosive. So, was I catfished?

Alternate headlines for this post:

  • It was over before it began…
  • He called from a blocked phone number…
  • I think we broke up, but we never went out..?!

Did something change in dating since I had my last first date?

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I haven’t been on a first date since 2008… since that since I’ve dated one guy, married, then got divorced. But that’s not what this blog entry is about…

Did something change in dating since I had my last first date? I’ve tried Plenty of Fish and Tinder, while I am aware they’re not necessarily for finding the right one, I thought I might find one for even a minute. So it started with a whole bunch of NO’s that decided to jump way ahead and just put IT out there with a

{GRANNY, JUST IN CASE YOU’VE STUMBLED ACROSS A LINK TO THIS BLOG, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BEGIN FOLLOWING… EXIT THE PAGE NOW} …GIVING YOU A CHANCE, DON’T FOLLOW THE JUMP….

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#DickPic (Yep, that’s what you think it is… a picture a man sends you of his wiener…). Really? Sending articles like this to complete strangers? If I were to cash in on your offer, aren’t you worried about disease, death, and/or dismemberment? The internet is full of weirdos of all kinds.

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If you’re not horrified enough, how about the guy you actually give your number to who seems like he MIGHT be a decent human being? Nope, I was wrong again. This morning, while I should have been at church, I answered a text from an attractive man, 32, claims to be in a prominent position at a well-known company. I think, “this guy seems to have it together. He communicates, asks about me…why not?”. So I awoke to a message asking when he could see me. I was happy to have a decent-seeming man interested in ME (In my head: it’s been a while, I’m not my best me… happy to have man’s attention..). So I reply with my plans for the week thinking we might act like adults and set a time to meet up.

I was WRONG. His next reply:

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Huh? What? Seriously? I’m deflated. My immediate thoughts:

  • There are no decent men left in the world (fleeting thought, I do have hope, but again – not what today’s entry is about).
  • Do I project the image of a woman who would do such a thing? (Not hating on those who can/would. I am just not one of them… not saying that incase Granny is reading… just need more than a text to heat the stove if ya know what I mean).

My decisions based on these, and other, terrible-horrible-no good interactions:

  • I’ve deleted Tinder (for the second time). deleteTinder
  • 3 weeks after getting on Plenty of Fish I deleted that one.
  • I’m done, at least this week, forcing myself to “find a match” or date. I’ll do my best to leave it up to God’s plan. (Yes, I am aware I have mentioned “dickpic” and God in the same blog.)

Is it too much to find a man who might actually put in effort to know me before trying to get in my pants? That might be interested in ME, not just any ol’ gal with an available orifice? (because that’s what this says to me… Tinder is a modern-day #gloryhole).

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Thoughts?? GO!

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