Kay Sourer, Sourer, Whatever….
Personally, I have nothing against women, If fact, I love women. I love being around them. I love talking to them. However, when you are looking for a potential suitor on the internet dating site, it is way too much work and anxiety. For women, it is easy, usually. No matter what the look like or what personality they have. That is because, in the area I live, men out number heterosexual women 5 to 1. This is not an exaggeration, at least not where I live. This means the average woman on these dating sites get swamped with emails from men attempting to date them. And yes, a good portion of these men are married looking to fool around on their wife. Why they just don’t phone a call girl is beyond me. It is discreet and you get the job done fast. Perhaps too fast. None the less, why? Because they are C-H-E-A-P. Don’t be confused if some these married males are rich. The richest people in the world are usually very frugal. So, not only are you competing with single and divorced guys, you are competing with cheating male spouses. But I get lucky once in a great while and get a date after appeasing the women for a period before she decides to date. I like to write poetry, and sometimes when I am in the right frame of mind and really like the woman, I will write her lots of poetry. I found such a woman and wrote her and she loved the poetry a lot. She agreed to see me on a date, we went for a simple meet me date, liked each other, and then, she would not respond to my messages. Or at least, the ratio was 3 to 4 to her one message. So I toned it down and only wrote her 1 to 2 messages and waited for her to respond, which took days. Now I was beginning to think she was not interested, but suddenly, she messaged and agreed to go out on a second date. So we went for supper, and I paid, of course. Personally, I hate staring at the bill in expectation that the other person will grab it and pay. Because it becomes a stare down, she is looking in your eyes, then the bill, then back at you, and you are looking in her eyes, then the bill, then back in her eyes, and you know she is just waiting for you to “give in” and grab the bill. Meantime, the waiter is standing there thinking, “come on, one of you pick the dammed thing up! I have other tables, man.” I usually just grab the bill and pay the money. I mean really. By the time a woman reaches for the bill, the waiter will be asking, “who will wash and who dry?”
During this date, we talked about what both of us liked, and disliked and we seemed to hit off quite well. I even bought her a rose quartz medallion and she seemed to like it which thawed the ice quite nicely. She told me about this guy she was seeing and how he turned out to be married and how disappointed she was. She told me she was glad she found out and how she was also glad we were both unattached. I was very attracted to her and she was a great conversationalist. She said she was attracted to me as well, so everything was hitting on all cylinders. All until we left the restaurant. Like a magical door that led into reality. She allowed me to give her a kiss, but pulled away leaving it as a “quick peck”. She seemed to grow cold. I was not really worried about that and was happy anyway and said goodnight. As I drove home, we were texting sweet nothings to each other and it seemed very remarkable and promising. The next day, I wrote her a nice text and she responded with a proposal for a 3rd date. I agreed and was really excited. She was just my type and intelligent. So what was not to get excited about? But, after that, no communication. Nothing. I sent her 2 probing texts, but other then that, waited. I got absolutely nothing. I waited almost 5 days, and all I got out of her is how sick her mother was and how she promised to help her friend with a clothing stand at a street sale. The weekend came and she cancelled the date telling me she promised her friend that she would go boating that weekend and will not be available at all. Thus the whole weekend, nota dammed thing. When Monday rolled along, I decided to send her a “goodbye” text. How I really liked her but felt she was not at all into this scenario and how I would like to just end it here and now. I left it as easy as possible. But she elected to text me back and ask me why I want to break it off and how she wanted to still date. So, like a dummy, I went for it and we planned a second 3rd date to go to the movies. I thought that I had this under control and that she must like me to pull me back after I gave her a way out. When we were at the show, I bought the tickets and was heading towards the theater. She stopped me and handed me a 20 dollar bill. I asked her why, and she said she wants to pay for the show. So I said “Thanks” and we went into the theater. We were holding hands and stroking each other and I though we were on our way. She responded to my touch and felt like we may have a chance. But the moment we left the magical door of the theater, she refused to give me a kiss, saying there were too many people around. She did not strike me as a shy woman, but thought it was ok. We left in our respective vehicles, and we texted sweet nothings to each other that evening into the night. The next day, I sent her a nice text and was optimistic about our possible relationship. She did not text me back right away, but when she did, it was a “Dear John” text. How she wanted to cool it and see other people and remain friends, which I was sure she was seeing someone else anyway, most likely that married guy. Cool what down? We were not in that stage yet. And she further contradicts herself by saying she felt no spark in our interaction so she wants to cool it a bit? Huh? It was not heated, only in the incubation stage, and when she said that, I was done and told her I did not want to talk anymore. She kept texting me apologizing but I just ignored her. Finally I said if you ever change your mind, call me and we can date. I rarely do that. But I liked her a lot. However that was a sad end to a relationship that I knew was going N-O-W-H-E-R-E and was foiled by a cheating male spouse. Oh how I hope he gets caught and his wife takes him to the cleaners. Well, that is it, and possibly later, I will tell you about the last date I had with a overweight, bisexual, group sex attic female. But that is another story. Ciao for now!
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