I’m not gonna last on the dating app, let alone two months. I’m already unbelievably frustrated with these men. I know I just need and want one. I know there is a weeding process. I know it takes time.
But I’m starting to snap at these men. One guy kept asking me questions (like what’s colon hydrotherapy and the definition of a word I used) and I just finally said “ever heard of google?”
Another guy asked for a full body shot. No hello…..that was his first parcel of communication to me. I unmatched him. I’m not on Tinder. I’m on an app that is female led. I think the understanding of that eludes men. And I have 3 photos up. No full body shot. He’s absolutely right. I’ll get to it here soon but to come right out the gate with that. Dude go find your little trophy girlfriend or wife elsewhere. That’s not me.
I’m gonna keep plugging away for now and I’m just going to let my frustrations lash themselves out however they want to. I really don’t even care how I come across is the strangest thing. Like I genuinely don’t care.
One guy was trying to use subversive psychology on me. Trying to say slightly demeaning things to me and talk to me as if I should be so honored to have his attention.
I told him he was obtuse and unmatched him. Maybe his Norte Dame education let’s him grasp I really meant blazing asshole.
Well….if anything it’s something to do I guess. And if I’m lucky it will net me the results I want. For now, I’m just going to convince myself it’s a numbers game. I don’t think it really is but that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself. Otherwise the whole thing would feel very pointless. And I’d stop the entire endeavor.
I have so many projects to get started on. Monday: designated project starting day. For today I just took a small dose of THC to calm my nerves. Can’t let this whole thing get under my skin. You know? Just can’t.