- My tactic of adding someone to my "Favorites" list in the hopes that he will see I have my eye on him, read my profile, decide I am fantastic, and email ME first so that I don't have to initiate contact myself has finally worked! This morning I received a message with the subject line, "You favorited me!" Unfortunately, when I looked at his profile, I remembered reading it before, but I did NOT remember why I clicked that "Favorite" button. He is NOT my favorite. Was I drunk? (It's possible, I suppose...)
- The reruns trend continues. A lanky hipster furniture designer just clicked some button or other to indicate some mild level of interest in me (that was vague, I realize, but I don't understand this dumb new "Daily 5" thing Catch dot Mom is doing, and if I don't understand it, then surely those of you who've never ventured into this nonsense won't either). Anyway, so he indicated some type of interest (whatever saying "I'm interested" from the Daily 5 list actually means). That's all well and good; I'm flattered and all that. But I distinctly remember attempting to communicate with this same lanky hipster furniture designer on meMarmony a while back, and he did NOT reply. What gives, lanky hipster? I'm perplexed.
- I just expanded the age range for my search parameters by two years and guess who else popped up in my results? This guy. You know... the one who clearly must live at my neighborhood Target store, given the ease and frequency with which I run into him there? I could send him a wink, just to be funny. Who knows? Maybe we'd actually hit it off better this time around. Then again, why confine ourselves to the mysteries of online communication? Surely we'll see each other at Target again any day now. (Note to self: wash your hair.)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Is it December yet?
Do you know what? I think I'm actually running out of dating stories. Wait. Scratch that. It would take me FAR more than a month to run out of dating stories. I have only run out of funny or alarming dating stories. Or so it seems at the moment. I'm sure I'll think of more eventually. Meanwhile, a few Catch dot Mom updates...
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But won't washing your hair ensure that you WON'T see him? Maybe you could just wear a cute hate. ;)
You're going to give Target guy another chance? You are a good woman, Stefanie.
I'm not sure if I could come up with 30 dates noteworthy enough to blog about either. After a while, they all blend into one big pile of meh.
Boy, if there's one thing I hate, it's lanky guys.
Wait.
haha, i use my favorites as guys i don't THINK i'm interested in.. but i feel like i SHOULD be interested in. say, i like their profile, but they're only 5'7". or they're super cute but don't know how to use spell check. i plan to save them for a rainy day, figuratively speaking ;-P
I like to think that I have bazillions of dating stories, but truth be told I think I'd run out on about day 14.
Dating is complicated now- I don't think I can ever be single again. You're a trooper for not throwing in the towel and joining a nunnery.
How many people use Catch dot Mom? Twelve?
And if you don't run into Target guy again, it'll still be okay because hey: You're at Target.
Liz--Good point. It IS getting cold enough to justify wearing a hat while shopping...
NPW--I was mostly kidding. I mean, not that I definitely WOULDN'T give him another chance, but I really don't think he's going to try for one.
Flurrious--"One big pile of meh" is an excellent way to describe it.
Aaron--Ha. I didn't say I had any problem with lanky. As long as they're taller than I am, lanky is fine. :-)
Alice--Really?? It would never occur to me to use the Favorites list that way! I'd totally be worried that some guy I'm not particularly interested in would be all, "Look! She's into me!" (You know, because thus far, the guys I have favorited have TOTALLY been clamoring to contact me. Right.)
WM--The problem is, I'm pretty sure they frown on drinking and swearing in the nunnery. Yep. Nunnery is no place for me.
Mickey--Seems that way, doesn't it?
Courtney--Or rather, if I DO run into him, it'll be OK, because hey: I'm at Target. Excellent point. :-)
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