What Was That ?!?!

Despite my initial gut reaction, there are people in my "real world" that know of my blog world. Still don't know how I feel about this but I'm not going to pretend to be so important that they are all just waiting for me to write something and read it secretly. Seriously, that's what Facebook is for.

Anyway, a tidbit of information about myself that many don't know: I not-so-recently joined Match.com with a friend of mine because...well, because we could. The results have not been anything worthy of writing home about and hardly ever progress to more than a first, and a rare second date. I'm convinced that there is no single man in Miami that I am meant to be with. There just isn't.

The following is an excerpt of an email I sent a fellow blogger about my last encounter that I just felt I had to share with the world:

Earlier in the week, I "winked" at someone I found attractive. Reading through his profile there were at least 3 things that let me know we would never work out. Despite all this, I gave him my number and he called.

I have to say, I completely agree with a comment I read somewhere on your blog about men on dating sites and their having 3 different personas. When Carlos called, I got to meet his second one and it scared me out of ever meting the third. For starters, he had a strange panting-type of speech. I don't even want to let my mind wander enough to analyze what was going on at the other end of that conversation!

At some point he talks about Pit Bull (the rapper, not the animal) and tries to sing one of his lyrics and gets stuck. Sadly, the lyric was "1...2...3...4..." I still dont know if he cant count or if there was something else wrong with him. Pretty ridiculou, right? It gets better.

Then began his interview. He seemed to be reading off of a list of questions he had made to prep for this phone call. Innocent enough I guess, "why are you on match.com" and the such. Fine, I give in and am just brutally honest with him- I hate that question. It's silly to think that I am here for any different reason than you are. If I'm paying for something you damn sure better believe I'm not on here to play games. A little harsh I guess, but he laughed it off.

His next question, verbatim: "name 3 physical things you like in a guy." Um... OK. I b.s. my way through this and turn these questions back around on him. His answers, in between grunts, were that he wanted a "thick gurl," (I hate this spelling too, but if he were to write it I have a feeling this is exactly how he'd spell it) "eyes," (not sure if he just required the thick girl to have a pair or if there was something particular about them that he liked) "and a big ass booty." I couldn't resist it anymore, I busted out laughing. Typical hispanic man, objectifying women without any regard to how insensitive they sound. I couldn't deal with it anymore, I had to hang up. I know it was rude, but I just couldn't deal.


So...yea... that's the end of that for now.