Dear Tinder Diary: I think I may have dodged a bullet with this one. But is it weird that I am still a little intrigued?
Layton had very nice photos posted. Obviously. Hot beach shorts, messy, dark, wavy hair. Perfectly imperfect scruff.
His banter was flirty and forward for the initial match. I had to remind myself where I was meeting him and hell I was riding high on all the male attention. He promised pancakes in the morning. Oh my! Now remember I was new to all this and it had been a long time out of the game...I only know how to play coy and innocent at this point.
He tamed it down to wanting to tickle me. Say wha? Now there's a first. I laugh now about how ridiculously into it I was. I detest being tickled. We made a plan to meet a couple of days later. He bailed. Now I kinda want to be tickled.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Mike #2, 32
Dear Tinder Diary: Not to be old fashioned, but shouldn't a gentleman pay for your dinner if he expects a bj for dessert?
Mike #2 is cute. He's funny. He's a big teddy bear. If I were a gay man, he'd be the perfect Bear and I would be his Otter. Except that I am not hairy which is good for a girl, not for an Otter, because I guess I would be more of a Twink, but nevermind, I digress...
We make a seriously great pub-night trivia team. He's a good kisser and can pick me up with one arm. That's kinda hot. But what happens when you've been out more than once and he's inconsistently paying/splitting the bill. I had to go back to the restaurant we went to and tip the waitress because the bill was split so awkwardly that we only tipped her a dollar!
This bill paying made me wonder if he was no longer courting me and we were just homies going out for drinks? Well Mike, if that's the case then do you and your other bill splitting homies go home together and you expect a hand job from them? Yeah I didn't think so! It's not like he was some poor starving student. He has a really good paying job. I don't think it would really break the bank to pay for my $12 burger. And of course I can pay for my own damn burger, but that is hardly the point. I know it sucks for men in this feminist world to still have to be old fashioned sometimes. But can't I have a little nostalgia from time to time?
Mike #2 messaged me three weeks after the last awkward date where we were too tired to finish sex. Blah, it was a pity fuck at best and I just couldn't be bothered to tell him that I wasn't into it. Maybe it was my shame sex too. Whatever.
Oddly I felt guilty about just ignoring him. It's like you've seen my vagina, and I've seen your penis, we should have an exit interview at least. I got over the guilt pretty quickly and just never bothered to reply. I think he got the hint. And really, I don't feel that bad after all.
Update: Mike #2 messaged me again about 2 months after I didn't reply, this time on Tinder. I didn't feel an ounce of guilt when I deleted our match.
xx,
mh
Mike #2 is cute. He's funny. He's a big teddy bear. If I were a gay man, he'd be the perfect Bear and I would be his Otter. Except that I am not hairy which is good for a girl, not for an Otter, because I guess I would be more of a Twink, but nevermind, I digress...
We make a seriously great pub-night trivia team. He's a good kisser and can pick me up with one arm. That's kinda hot. But what happens when you've been out more than once and he's inconsistently paying/splitting the bill. I had to go back to the restaurant we went to and tip the waitress because the bill was split so awkwardly that we only tipped her a dollar!
This bill paying made me wonder if he was no longer courting me and we were just homies going out for drinks? Well Mike, if that's the case then do you and your other bill splitting homies go home together and you expect a hand job from them? Yeah I didn't think so! It's not like he was some poor starving student. He has a really good paying job. I don't think it would really break the bank to pay for my $12 burger. And of course I can pay for my own damn burger, but that is hardly the point. I know it sucks for men in this feminist world to still have to be old fashioned sometimes. But can't I have a little nostalgia from time to time?
Mike #2 messaged me three weeks after the last awkward date where we were too tired to finish sex. Blah, it was a pity fuck at best and I just couldn't be bothered to tell him that I wasn't into it. Maybe it was my shame sex too. Whatever.
Oddly I felt guilty about just ignoring him. It's like you've seen my vagina, and I've seen your penis, we should have an exit interview at least. I got over the guilt pretty quickly and just never bothered to reply. I think he got the hint. And really, I don't feel that bad after all.
Update: Mike #2 messaged me again about 2 months after I didn't reply, this time on Tinder. I didn't feel an ounce of guilt when I deleted our match.
xx,
mh
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