Pay Or Play?

Sorry about the delay in posting… I’ve been traveling, and “He Said” is, well – a guy.

So, I know you’re all wondering what happened to my cruisin’ crush…

Those in my life who know me well know one thing for certain; I don’t like to miss an opportunity – especially when it comes to dating. I’m definitely one of those “What if?” people. So of course I went home that night thinking, “Oh crap, what if he goes home, tries to find me on Facebook, realizes I’m not there and then goes on his merry way?” Okay, that sounded totally desperate. I’m not that desperate. But in the land of missed mating opportunities, this would go down as one that was completely in my control.

So it should come as no surprise that I took control. I couldn’t resist. I know all of my “rules” friends will be pissed, and will say that I should have let him be “creative” and figure out how to find me, but I’m unlisted (due to an unfortunate stalker situation in the late 90’s). Of course someone can always find me, but not my number (unless they hire a P.I). Plus, we’ve established that just for shits and grins, I continually allow men to make absolutely no effort whatsoever. Just kidding. Sort of.

Back in the old days, if a man and a woman wanted to meet, they simply had a friend coordinate the meeting. Good thing for me, I have friends who weren’t dumb enough to cancel their Facebook accounts. It worked like a charm. I simply went on her account, sent him a message explaining who I was and then, like magic – a message appeared in my inbox. If only the rest of my life were so easy.

“Fancy running into you! I almost never smile at girls in cars like that. And you have a beautiful smile.” Oh yeah, that worked like a charm. He remembered me, remember my writing, we emailed back and forth for a few days, and then came the email I expected – I affectionately call it – “The Disclaimer.”

“I’d love to take you out for a drink if you’d be interested… I’m not much of a dater, not really in relationship mode at this point in my life, but if you’re down to just hang out I’d love it.”

I’m sorry – did I ask you to marry me? You don’t even have my phone number – do you really need to break up with me before we’ve even swapped spit? Seriously, do girls really freak you guys out so much that you need to make sure you’re not required to ever see us again after committing to one drink? He clearly has never met me – that’s the part I make incredibly easy.

One would think that this little exchange would turn me off, but I did one more thing – I Googled him. He’s younger – MUCH younger. Things just got even more interesting. But I guess that explains the disclaimer. He’s at that young, “I’m going to try to be honest with girls” stage. Either that or that line gets him laid a lot.

Hmm, never been a cougar. I’m in! Or should I say, “I’m down.”

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