It's Easter Monday afternoony and I haven't really done anything productive.
I was going to keep working on the new story but my brain said rest and yet here I am blogging, tut tut.
A few of the randoms are bugging me at the moment, it seems to be the same childish mentality, of Oh she's not doing what I want, let's goad, bully, guilt, humiliate her into our wishes.
First up the phone chat guy, I don't mind the occasional phone conversation because it lets my eyes relax.
This twit, typed out his number, waited until I called on witheld, it went to voicemail and I thought What kinda game is this?
So I said Hey it's gone to voicemail. He said Oh sorry, typed out a different number with at least 2/3 digits that were new.
I told him to Go to hell. If it was a harmless mistake, he would have rushed to tell me before I called, he waited until afterwards.
I even asked if he was ready? Lol! I've done that before, been 1 digit off, but I always double check it's correct before I let them dial.
Second up, is the one who wants to meet, who thinks I'll fall into his bed straight away and we'll be knocking boots instantly.
Pfft, he's not local, he's obsessed with sex and keeps saying do this, do that.
Ugh nothing aggravates me more than someone not listening to my wishes.
I told him I don't do meets and certainly not with someone that lives far away and instead of him saying, I hear you, just thought I would enquire.
He keeps saying Oh what are you afraid of??? I'm thinking, I'm afraid I'm going to punch you in the face.
What's he expecting me to say? Yesss, you're right, I'm deathly fearful of not being able to resist you.
Let me go against my beliefs and meet you. Pfft, yea right. In the end he forced my hand and I had to do the truth hurts thing.
I said You're not my type, that's why I would never meet you. You don't respect my wishes and you nag me soo much.
Third one I don't remember too well as these were over the course of maybe a week or more..
He was like I dare you..... I can't even remember if this was for meets or number swaps but it made me laugh and annoyed me all at the same time.
What am I a child? Are we back at school? Or am I in my forties as a grown woman who expects some maturity in conversations???
I think my retort was Grow up, you're acting childishly and he was all outraged, denying it. Oh sorry one more...
This one was either secretly married or a complete imbecile. First time I called on private number he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him.
He claimed his child was sleeping next door. Hmm, second time, he begged for a second chance.
Maybe I was unoccupied enough, so I thought fineee, then silence, too chicken to share his number, Good grief.
Have you no spine? Yet still everytime he sees me, will message me muttering on.
I don't respect any of the above. They are ways to pass the time but are not keepers.
A keeper type of man is someone confident that doesn't have to brag with words, he exudes it naturally.
A keeper listens, he respects my boundaries and what I am comfy and uncomfy with, he doesn't push, he accepts.
A keeper makes me laugh, whether it's gentle teasing, silly stories or anything really. He's not making fun of me, just entertaining me.
A keeper has his own life and obligations he's not on me 24-7. He's there when I need him and away when I don't.
A keeper definitely doesn't text speak. He uses full words, sentences and punctuation, he knows I respond to proper English.
Lastly a keeper to me would be someone I feel safe hanging out with, sharing personal details with, opening up too, without feeling mocked or judged or scared.
It's a longshot to find a keeper because personally I don't think he exists for me.
Oh and why is it, when I've called them out on their boorish behaviour, they don't apologise but go on the attack??
Ha, learn from your mistakes!
