#weightist

Approximately 10 days ago I started this blog. I thought I could really go on 28 consecutive dates but it has proven to be one of the most difficult tasks I’ve ever set for myself. I can say after two weeks, this blog about dating in LA will last longer than 28 days. Despite my lack of post I have been diligent about trying to have a date. I even had one set for last week with a 38 year old guy named Irritation*. Let’s pause for a minute before we delve deeper into that pure fuckery of communication. I’ve decided to use 4 different online dating websites (POF, OKCupid, Match, and Datewhoyouwant) as well as an app called Tinder. I’ve only been using Tinder because it’s easily accessible and I can watch the latest episode of Lost Girl while checking out guys. I also have yet to set up those online profiles.

Don’t get me wrong I am EXCITED about meeting new people even if nothing romantic evolves from our cyber connection. While I try to stay excited like my last name is Spano, I must say Tinder has worn my nerves thin in a record amount of time. I won’t say I’m the most patient person around but I don’t have a high tolerance for …Interesting interaction. I currently have 128 matches, and so far everyone I “swiped right” also “swiped right” on my photos. I thought to myself, this is good? Yes, let’s communicate. That communication put me in touch with Irritation. His profile said he was 38, not too detailed but I figured “What the heck!” He in boxed me and asked if I’d like to meet up for a coffee, drink, etc. After some light conversation I agreed and we made plans to meet that following Wednesday. We continued to chat and as the day approached, I mentioned him to a few of my friends and told them my plans. Everything seemed like it was good to go until Tuesday night when he sent me a text and asked if we could skip dinner/drinks and go straight to cuddling. RECORD SCRATCH! What the fuck? Who asks a complete stranger to cuddle? You may have watched that Vice documentary about love in Japan but I’m not a cuddle woman so I don’t do that with strange men. Of course I canceled the date because I wanted to avoid a potential assault that evening.

Alas I didn’t allow this first bump in the road to derail me from my goal and I continued to chat with the other people who responded which brings me to Mr. Weightism* who was fine for the first two days. We had typical getting to know you conversations and exchanged numbers…Then things got dark. Real dark. He had mentioned not being able to see a full body picture on my profile. I told him that I never fully set up the profile, I just allowed the app to take the photos it wanted to take from Facebook and left it at that. He explained that I could change it and provide more photos because he really wanted to see what I looked like from the waist down.  I ignored that little exchange but he then made a sarcastic remark asking if I even know how to use the internet. *Deep Sigh* I didn’t think much of it at first but soon realized that I was dealing with a hemorrhoid of a male. He spouted off his various degrees and how cool of a DC transplant he was to Los Angeles, yadda yadda bing. I thought ok, Peacock it out and impress! That’s great. When the subject of not being able to see my lower half came up more than once I knew it was time to put an end to this conversation. Let me be clear, I updated my profile to include a full body picture. I was not tooting my butt out for praise and worship nor was I giving people the view of my B cups. I kept it normal every day Moi. I received a text from Mr. Weightism and he was polite in the beginning and then he said “Look, if you don’t send me a full body picture I don’t have time for you.” I shot back... “Actually there is one on my profile.” And he said “No, I looked it was not updated.” That exchanged led me to believe he probably wasn't the suave peacock he tried to present himself as and I was dealing with a low hanging rotten apple who is probably obsessed with a woman’s’ weight although he isn't the fittest of the fit. I guess when you have an “engineering” degree you can put all unrealistic demands you want on potential partners. I didn’t waste my time to further explain myself and replied “Ciao!” and blocked his ass.  I also blocked Irritation.

They were the rudest and weirdest so far but I’m sure I will have more stories. Probably better written stories as well because I plan to do this while I’m fully awake for the next post. I have a lunch date scheduled for Friday, Coffee on Sunday, and a potential Bowling date for Saturday. Hopefully 1 of those 3 makes it out of text/chat mode.

128 growing

2 Blocked so far…