Personal Journal
Day 7 – August 4, 2021
Day 7 – August 4, 2021
I haven’t spoken with Frank and no messages since I sent him pictures that aren’t on the profile. (No nudes) I got the word Nice as a reply. We all know what that means; I’m not his type.” So, bye-bye Frank.
I woke thinking about this being the seventh day of my experiment. I realized that my profile wasn’t an accurate reflection of who I am. I assume that most people’s profiles aren’t. So, I made some changes. Let’s see what happens now.
Just as I was making the changes, I received a message from (Kelvin) from Texas, who, after a few messages, asked if we could talk on the phone. We chatted for over an hour, and I like him. He was candid, like Frank, and a few years older than I am. He seems romantic and sweet. Time will tell.
It didn’t take long to find out. As soon as we got off the phone, he bombarded me with images of teddy bears, hearts, and flowers, saying that he missed me already. Nope, Too much, way too much too soon.
I also got an ultimatum from Gary, who wanted to know if it would be him or one of the other men I’m talking to. I sent my response, “Not you” Then he sent an insult, calling me a fat girl! I need a moment to process the craziness of this guy.
Since I didn’t choose him, I’m a fat girl. A couple of hours ago, he was dying to get into the fat girl. Get out of here. He can miss me with that crap.
I got a message from another guy (Lewis), living in New York. His introduction was exceptional. I read his profile and the answers he gave to the interview questions were well thought out and interesting. Most men hadn’t answered those questions. We moved to text off the app. So now we will play the getting to know you game. Asking who, what, when, where, and why questions. Who are you really? What do you like to do for fun, what are you looking for, those kinds of questions?
A few short hours later, I am blown away by him, and he convinced me to focus on what we could have together and leave the BS at the door. Of course, he said it very eloquently. He wants to take it slow and easy, to become friends before we go forward.
A few hours later, Lewis from New York has turned my process on its head. It feels silly to say this, but I got butterflies from texting with him. My immediate reaction was, what the hell was that? I haven’t felt that way from talking to a guy since high school. I will not be having conversations with any other men but him going forward. I took a minute to steal his photos and profile information before he made it unsearchable. (I know that seems creepy, but I needed to go over it again.)
I made my profile unsearchable, and I have cut communications with all the people I’ve chatted with so far. I checked later to ensure that he had also hidden his profile. His profile didn’t exist on the site. Even his messages to me were gone. (Good thing I copied them before that, just in case we end up happy together. It would be his first notes to me.) He turned his account off. I realized at that moment that he was serious about the possibility of him and I becoming an us, so I closed my account as well.
We continued chatting throughout the evening, setting some expectations and getting better acquainted. I’m very analytical, and after we said goodnight, I went over our conversation. I feel good about it.