I know, hard to believe.
Well, there's at least one guy who isn't at the very least paying attention to the wisdom I am throwing down: Goddanit420.
When I was notified that he had sent me a message through one of the dating sites I loiter, the handler name alone made me groan. His age--26--made me think will I ever attract someone over the age of 30?
|Maybe I Should Audition|
Hey, "pretty face" is pretty damn eloquent in comparison to other complements about my appearance that I've gotten through this site.
Still, my experience with these south-of-thirty gentlemen has not been fruitful and my enthusiasm for dating is at dead point.
I send a nice, congenial reply indicating that I am flattered by his interest but that I think he is just too young for me.
It takes 30 seconds to get the response I always get when I kindly try to dodge a cub: age doesn't matter; I need to be open-minded.
|Well, it worked out for Demi and Ashton, right?|
But Goddanit420 adds that he "doesn't think [I] read his profile."
Well, of course I didn't. "Goddanit420" didn't exactly draw me in. I don't have issue with marijuana, nor those that smoke it, but that name screams stoner, which is not what I am looking for. I love, love, love wine but 2BuckChuck ain't my handler name.
Calling me on my quick judgement did motivate me to read the profile. Okay buddy, let's see you prove me wrong.
I scroll through the pictures: one of his sitting at the beach, one of him showing off some tattoo work on his lower arm, one of him fishing.
One of him wearing the cardboard case to a 12-pack of Budweiser as a helmet.
Under his list of interests: THC. He claims that he's not an alcoholic but that he can't drink anywhere "without being Judged" [sic]. Also, he has a car, but no license because of too many unpaid tickets.
But his money would be my money.
Good thing I read that profile, because a rose by any other name . . .
|Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet|