It's so nasty here. Not just snow, there's slush, ice, and black ice. Like most things black, the black ice is treacherous - and caused me to slide face forward into the hood of my car. I'm over the snow and cold. I loved it when I first moved here, now, not so much. I can't wait for Spring. However in my quest to find a winter match to warm my toesies, I date on.
This match was a product of The Ghetto Dating Site. Which equals bad. But as usual it started out okay. He showed interest, we chatted and then talked on the phone. I wasn't too interested because he isn't as thick as I like, but he is tall, so I thought I'd hear him out, give him a shot. So we go through the usual, what do you do, what do you like, how's dating going, blah, blah, blah, blah....... When we got to what he does for a living he recited some long drawn out story about having worked at a bunch of places, etc., etc. So now monkeys are dancing in my head and I'm thinking about my homework, the fact that I want some potato chips, and that I'm sleepy, now humming the song "Sista" from the color purple, and I hear it....."that's when I shattered my knee ankle and I'm on Social Security"....... What the?! Social Security? Why the hell? So I tell myself, "lets recover as quickly as possible and shut this joker down." As if he could hear my thoughts, he quickly said, "but I have a litigation lawsuit on them, so I'm getting ready to get a big settlement." (A "litigation lawsuit", I swear that's what he called it.) The background noises at the "place he resides", sounded like some damn homeless shelter. There was cursing and yelling.......gimme my cigarette mufucka........fuc you nigga.........ass......shit....damn.......bitch.
Then Mr. Crushed Ankle had the nerve to say he's looking for a Proverbs 31 woman, and asked if I could identify with that. I told him I know what the scripture says, I comprehend it, but I'm not that chick. Mind you, I think I possess the spirit of what the Proverbs 31 woman embodies, but I was so pissed that this gimpy, unemployed, probably shelter livin' ignorant bastard felt he was in a position to question me - I decided to be the opposite of whatever the hell he wanted. I excused myself from his attempt to teach me Bible 101 and bid him good night and good life.
I am exhausted people. It shouldn't be this hard. I've discovered there are two types of men on dating sites. The first group are not eligible and sometimes not fun to look at. The are not interested in having a serious relationship, they are only interested in the physical, and the site is a good way to get some ass. The second group are eligible and often handsome. When they joined the dating site their intent was to find someone to have a serious relationship with. However, after they too saw the bevy of available ass there is on line, they changed their minds. They decided to emulate the first group and just get the ass. After all it's easier.
Guys, I'm exhausted. Uncle! I've had enough. I like men much less than when I started this serial dating thing. And it's not worth it.