I know, I know ... Where the Hell have I been?! I've been sucked into a pre-holiday work deadline, then sucked happily into a holiday vacation, and sucked backed into a new year - the LAST, yo, 2012 ... before 2013 - and then, well, just really, really, Olympic medal level lazy. Lots of sucking going on.
Seriously, if only there were a sport that emphasized my strengths of laziness and procrastination OTHER than golf. Not that I don't appreciate smacking balls around with a big stick but I think my version would tend to both remove some of the possible gene pool from the world (not necessarily a bad thing) and land me in prison (not ready to be Bertha's bitch).
Anyhoo ... on to today's highly entertaining and equally embarrassing/pathetic topic. [I know, I've totally sucked you in with that description AND managed to add more sucking to this post at the same time.] As you recall, I fell backasswards into Match.com once again back in October. And, as you recall, I lamented about the many men who were only seeking women younger than themselves. My curiosity coupled with my, um, charm led me to the following encounter/smack down:
------ Sometime several weeks into my Match.com adventure 2011 ------
------ Cue misty fadeback music ------
In early November, I was stunned to get an email from a good-looking and seemingly normal guy. He said that he liked what I had to say and called me "quite beautiful" before asking me where I've been hiding. I know, right!? I responded back with what I thought was wit, talking about how I do tend to hide while riding around in my elusive vehicle (the highly visible Wonka Tonka) and frequenting the same unknown coffee place (a local, busy Biggby - it is my happy place) each day. Yes, yes, I was being a smart-ass, which IS WHAT I AM, PEOPLE, and ended the email by thanking him - yes, THANKING him - for the compliment.
Now, my profile talks of my sarcasm and cynicism - I'm not into acting like someone I'm not just to meet someone who will be likely disappointed once my "forked tongue" (infra) comes into view.
Honesty; it's a necessary if not beautiful thing.
The guy responded in what I thought was a playful way - HIM: "You scion coffee drinkers are all the same...hiding like hamsters all wired on skinny lattes...just waiting to spring out and make a normal guy like me, smitten by your match profile. A conspiracy at work...(squeek squeek)."
Oooh ... someone who can joke with me, right? But, whoa ... something about his profile was both familiar and curious. He is 45 years old and seeking females ages 29-44. Yep - won't even look up to his own age. Hmm.
I RESPOND: "Ah, normal remains to be seen. I think WD40 might help with that squeak. So what do your normal days look like [name removed]? What do you do for fun? And, I don't know if you saw one of my earlier versions of my profile [for the reader - my cougar version] but I have to ask ... why, if you're done with having kids, are you only looking at women younger than yourself? Inquiring minds and all that :) " [Yes, I included the smiley in an attempt to show I meant no real harm with my question.]
So ... I honestly was not expecting this as HIS RESPONSE:
Normal? Well, I am a man's man (not gay..although there isn't anything wrong with that). I don't drive a Scion (or Kia), or drink lattes. I drink coffee and drive an SUV (maybe I should have said boring?). Anywho..for fun I spend every waking second winking at 28 year olds on dating sites..(it is an exercise I find both futile and frustrating). I then spend my spare time deleting winks from 50 year olds that look like my grandma (ever notice how friggin' EVERY profile starts out with, "I am laid back")?? So besides hurling yourself from planes and carving up innocent people..(oops, I mean pumpkins..must have slipped because I remembered you're a lawyer) what do you do for fun? Well back to the dating sites. I've got laid back grandmas I need to put the "smack down" on.
Raise your hand if you think I MIGHT have struck a nerve. I'll wait.
Apparently, some damage control is necessary here. MY THIRD EMAIL:
Oh my. Ha! Okay, since we lose tone in email, I'm not quite sure if my question pissed you off or if you're just playing. I, too, understand the woe of the older (much older) winks and emails. For me, the older the person, the older I feel but too young is just ... yeah, not good either in a different way. But you, sir, don't even go up to your own age; now, you're not alone - I've noticed many guys do that. I'm just curious.What do I do for fun? It's hard to think of things not already on my profile. Movies are a big love. I'm trying to decide if I'm going to see The Debt this weekend or perhaps 50/50 or Clue (which I'm not sure I've EVER seen all the way through - I know, outrage). I'm close to [removed 'cause 'ya'll' don't need to know where I live and what theaters I frequent]. I love reading, although that occurs in spurts depending on work. After reading transcripts all day long, I sometimes need a break. I write sporadically [followed by other personal stuff.] I enjoy my summer volunteer time [followed by more personal stuff]. I collect cookie jars and character glasses.[I can almost see you backing away slowly from the computer.] [<--Yes, this part WAS in the email.]"Carving up innocent people?" No, no, [followed by an explanation about what I do.]I've been divorced for about 7 years; [followed by even more personal stuff]. I've dated off and on during that time and have remained friends with several of those guys. You? How long have you been out in the land of singlehood again?
Now, having read that, am I wrong to think it was obvious that I was ready to continue the conversation? That I was curious about his life, answering his question about what I do for fun, ending with another question for him? Apparently, I was very VERY wrong.
Witness, dear readers, my descent from "quite beautiful" to bitter bitch alone. HIS FINAL EMAIL:
I must confess. I looked at your pictures and was smitten. The picture of you holding the baby was my favorite...you are quite beautiful. Then I read your profile. I figured that much of what you wrote was for show [Wait - you mean the part you said you really liked of what I had to say?? Sorry, folks, I doubt I can get through this without running commentary.]...so I sent a simple email. You came back with a forked tongue [I'm sorry, you mean when I THANKED you for the compliment?], so I felt inclined to perry. You see, I too write for my business and in fact have been published in several trade magazines [Hold on a second, my eyes just rolled under my desk]. Your next response was at best mean spirited. [That would be the one in which I had the audacity to ask him about the age difference, folks.] I then hurled my best "smart ass" back at you in an attempt to show you that not all of us here are a bunch of mindless jackasses. I emailed you in earnest and pulled back a bloody stump. [Oh, yes ... yes, he did.] In my opinion, if you continue with your current path of courtship you will accomplish your goal of being single forever. Next time a good guy (like me) [*coughsputterbullshitcough*] says hello? Say hello back, and focus less on punctuation and more on getting to know him. [You mean like ask him what he does for fun and how long he's been looking? THAT sort of thing? *face palm* I should have totally thought of .. OH WAIT ... I DID.] He just might be who you are looking for. Good luck to you. Signed, Bitch slapped ["normal" guy's name].
Wow. I just ... Wow.
Really. How do you respond to something like that? DO you respond?
I've tried to be honest in my profile, [name], which is why there are several references to "sarcastic" and "smart ass." My ribbing was in jest and I asked the age question because I was curious.I'm sorry that you were offended; it was not my intention.But, hey, kudos for smacking me down and foretelling of my bitter life alone, you are a true gentleman.
I was about to describe the above reply as "short and to the point," but to have been truly short and to the point, my response would have been:
And THAT is how I went from beautiful to bitter, lonely bitch in three emails. Impressive, eh?
Although, one friend commented that the Justacogitating he knew could have done it in two.
I think I've just been challenged.