Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The Hockey Mask

Picture this...you're on your way to meet this guy (or girl, for that matter) that contacted you via your online dating service. You had planned to go to the mall to see a movie, get something to eat...basically, get to know each other.

He calls you and says to come by his place because someone's coming over to help him install the new satellite box he bought. He says he'll come out and, if you feel comfortable, then you can come inside. (I know, I know...stupid...crazy...dangerous...you never know...it CAN happen to you...etc.)

So you get there and it starts pouring just before he comes outside, without an umbrella, so you both just run inside. The satellite guy isn't there. It's just you and this guy...and a HUGE Rottweiler.

After waiting several minutes for the guy to finish doing the dishes (he was clearly trying to clean up before I got there, and I CLEARLY got there too soon!) and bonding with the Rottweiler, you somehow end up helping the guy set up the new satellite box. (No, the satellite guy never showed up.)

So now you're in his room...upstairs...the front door is a bit far away...and you've forgotten where you put your purse. (Yes, these things were already going through my mind.) The whole situation is a bit strange, but it actually feels like you've known this guy forever. After all, you're helping him set up his satellite. That's like, SACRED!

You're connecting and unplugging all kinds of cables. He has two satellite dishes. Cables everywhere. Things aren't working. He goes downstairs to check the connections/settings on the other TV. You look around and find a HOCKEY MASK...like Jason in Friday the 13th...and it's nowhere near Halloween. Just as your heart reaches your throat, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. As you turn around, trying to wipe the mortified expression off your face, your eyes find handcuffs on the bedside table.

You say, "What's with the Jason mask?" He says, "I don't know."

In a NANO-SECOND, a thousand thoughts are going through your mind. Is he a psycho or interestingly kinky? Should I run or can we maybe have some fun?

I didn't run. He was SO HOT!

Nothing happened...I mean NOTHING. ;)

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Dating and Transportation (BLONDE MOMENT)

This really nice looking guy...beautiful eyes...sent me his number via my online dating site e-mail, so I called him. I admit I was relieved he wasted no time. The e-mailing gets tiring. The conversation started out nice, then he asked me what I did for transportation. What the...? Did this guy just ask me what I did for transportation? This guy as a teenager probably asked all the girls what car they drove...now he's grown into what they "do for transportation." What a joke. Ridiculous. The rest went like this:

"What do I do for transportation?"
"Yes, what do you do for transportation?"
"Uh, errr, well, I drive."
"What do you drive?"
"What car do I drive?" (OK, is this guy for real?!)
"Well, your profile says you work in hospitality/transportation."
"Oh, I forgot about that! I work in the travel industry...it was the closest category. I thought you were asking me what I drive!" (MAJOR blonde moment!)

As you can imagine, the conversation didn't last much longer...don't think I'll be hearing from this one again.

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