CutieMouse
Meticulously Flighty
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- Apr 7, 2004
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Okay. So I posted my personals ad here the other day, and so appreciate all the support- y'all gave me the courage to brave the big bad world of collarme, and I put the exact same ad up there on Wednesday night around 10 or 11pm, expecting a flood of idiots and jerks, since everyone talks about how pervasive HNGs are there, right?
Crickets are almost chirping over there (I've had a total of 6 people respond, only 2 from Dallas, and less than 12 have even looked at the profile. LOL)
But ummm... oh boy.
Umm... so about 10 minutes after I posted the ad, I got a response... from someone who sends me the text of his original ad (now inactive), with an inquiry at the top asking if I felt I was limiting myself by not being open to relocation?
Ummm...
Holy shit. I mean wow holy shit. I mean witty and brilliant and he referenced Ovid's Pygmalion, in his ad thingie too and well rounded and things in common and witty and perfect age (51) and interesting... and retired in a beach house in the Dominican Republic, working on a novel, and very much interested in me. I mean like ME me. And didn't freak out when I explained I'd need to see my eleventy million kids once a month. And we spent 4 hours on the phone yesterday. And he wants to fly me down for 2 weeks next month, no strings, no obligations, no proprietary rights to me during the visit/I'll have my own suite at the house- just hanging out and getting a feel and seeing if there is any chemistry. Like ready to book my flight, and isn't going to look elsewhere until we decide one way or the other wants to meet me.
Every time I think of something to ask, or that I want to talk about, I write it down because I know we'll keep talking on the phone... and I've Googled him... and I know to see if he'll send a scan of his DL (number blacked out) for ID... and I'm trying to remember what else I need to be thinking and doing because this feels really freaking surreal and too damned good to be true. It's like I sat down and thought "what words do I use to find the perfect man?" and he poofed out of thin air...
What am I missing here? Help?
Crickets are almost chirping over there (I've had a total of 6 people respond, only 2 from Dallas, and less than 12 have even looked at the profile. LOL)
But ummm... oh boy.
Umm... so about 10 minutes after I posted the ad, I got a response... from someone who sends me the text of his original ad (now inactive), with an inquiry at the top asking if I felt I was limiting myself by not being open to relocation?
Ummm...
Holy shit. I mean wow holy shit. I mean witty and brilliant and he referenced Ovid's Pygmalion, in his ad thingie too and well rounded and things in common and witty and perfect age (51) and interesting... and retired in a beach house in the Dominican Republic, working on a novel, and very much interested in me. I mean like ME me. And didn't freak out when I explained I'd need to see my eleventy million kids once a month. And we spent 4 hours on the phone yesterday. And he wants to fly me down for 2 weeks next month, no strings, no obligations, no proprietary rights to me during the visit/I'll have my own suite at the house- just hanging out and getting a feel and seeing if there is any chemistry. Like ready to book my flight, and isn't going to look elsewhere until we decide one way or the other wants to meet me.
Every time I think of something to ask, or that I want to talk about, I write it down because I know we'll keep talking on the phone... and I've Googled him... and I know to see if he'll send a scan of his DL (number blacked out) for ID... and I'm trying to remember what else I need to be thinking and doing because this feels really freaking surreal and too damned good to be true. It's like I sat down and thought "what words do I use to find the perfect man?" and he poofed out of thin air...
What am I missing here? Help?