Twenty-Four Days and NO. DAMN. DATE.

Weeeeeelllllll...this hasn't gone entirely as planned, I must admit. First of all...my sisters aren't even TRYING (and hello, this was The Cocktail Maker's idea!) and I have yet to be smiled or winked at by anyone who isn't my dad's age, doesn't live in the Middle East or looks like he hasn't bathed in a decade. The guys I wink and smile at don't wink or smile back. And then you got the super hot guys who REFUSE to verify their accounts or fill out their profiles and therefore make you suspect that they are even real. And don't even get me started on how much this all costs. Some of these sites' membership fees are RIDONKULOUS. I don't want a date so badly that I'm willing to spend the amount of my monthly credit card bill to be on your site.

Ok...whining done. Had to vent. Since our little blog is anonymous, I can't exactly plaster my observances all over my personal  Facebook and Twitter accounts as I'm wont to do with everything else that goes on in my life. So you, fair readers, are gonna get some hair-pulling from me on occasion.

This doesn't mean that I'm giving up already...but it does mean I'm kind of surprised that things haven't progressed a little quicker. Seriously..."Super 8" isn't gonna be in the theaters much longer! I don't think I'm being too picky...I'm really trying to keep myself more open than I've ever been before upon attempting such things...but I gotta say that someone with a drag of a profile doesn't spark my interest no matter how cute he is. Once upon a time I could brush it off as, "Well, some people just aren't great with writing..." but we're in a new era, where emailing and texting and Facebooking have taken over the world...you HAVE to express yourself in typeset nowadays in life and in work. So it only stands to reason that you'd better be able to do it on a dating site...right? Maybe? No? See, I'm REALLY trying to be fair, here...I've always been the girl that falls for her best friends...straight up dating is so beyond my realm of understanding and I realize I have to drop my guard a little here and there to succeed in it...

In the last five minutes, I agreed to chat with someone. Here is the entire conversation:

HIM: How are you today?
ME: Hot LOL, you?
HIM: Are you sweating for all the wrong reasons? :-)
ME: (sensing weirdness) Well, it IS 92 degrees out and my little place doesn't have a/c, summer's fun! :-)
HIM: Here is a good way to gauge that...if you had a BF/Lover/Playmate...is it too hot in your place to have sex right now or is there no such thing as too hot for sex?
(And BOOM, there it is!)
ME: OMG see ya

And then I blocked his rude skanky ass.

Now...I'm not a prude. In fact, I am very much looking forward to some surrious sexin', people. SURRIOUS. I'm even cleaning my bedroom! But I'm not down with guys I've never met or even spoken with over the phone who pounce on me from minute one. Some would say, "Well, you provoked him when you said you were hot." Uh yeah...noooooooo, that should NOT be a provocation when the entire southern half of the state is in the middle of a heat wave -- I can't break the ice talking about the weather??? (Lesson learned regardless! NEVER mention hotness!). Even just a little bit of conversation first wouldn't have put me off so badly...what do you do for a living, what do you like to do for fun, etc. I do realize that guys are guys and ALWAYS thinking about sex. I don't actually begrudge them this, it's just nature's way of keeping the species going. However, I do prefer some manners upon a first conversation, when there's NOTHING in my profile that indicates I'm only looking to find someone with which to bump uglies. If I'm going to have that kind of relationship with someone, I still need to feel safe. And somehow getting right to the point in a chat box, while admirable with other subjects, just doesn't make me feel safe. Even if he first contacted me on the site via email and said, "Hi, I'm looking for a playmate, no strings attached, are you interested?" would have been alright. Manners. But he emailed and asked me to chat under the ruse of getting to know me and then stuck his virtual penis in my virtual face within four sentences. *sigh* Just club me over the head and drag me off to your cave, why dontcha?

What do YOU think? Was I too hard on him? Too rude? Do I have ANY clue what I'm doing? (don't answer that, I already know) Would YOU have continued the conversation? Politely said, "I don't think we're on the same page here, I'm gonna go"...? Or would you have just said, "There's no such thing as 'too hot for sex', come on over"...? OR, would you have tried to steer the conversation toward a less intense subject matter for a bit?

That's what I get for wishing things would progress a little faster, I guess! Watch what you wish for, campers -- for realz!