Infamous J
Don Juan
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Ok so I've been corresponding with this chick I met on myspace for a few months or so. She lives a couple hours away, but we've never actually met up.
She's pretty hot and witty to boot, which I love. For what it's worth we've had great "chemistry" through email. She would consistently write me an average of every 2 days or so, I'd usually write her about every 5. I kept it really surface level and didn't reveal too much about myself, I figured if anything ever came of it there's plenty of time for that.
Then all of a sudden the emails stopped, and I didn't hear from her for about a month, when she sends this (fyi anything that starts and ends with a * is me talking):
"I have fantastic news!!! I found the edge of the Earth! Shame, they don't sell postcards.
See...I sorta started seeing someone, so I haven't been giving you the attention you need/want/deserve. And if you're confused, I started seeing said person after sending questionable mailings for Valentines Day. *she sent me a card with an insert that said she wanted to have sex with me* But I'm a little iffy. (That word looks silly by itself; it looks like it's missing a letter.) So I'm going to ask you this question: how often do you enjoy a bit of alcohol? A glass of wine in the evening? A drink with dinner? Free-for-all on weekends? Or just a round of beers when the fellas are involved? Is this a loaded set of questions, do ya think?
Confession: I strongly feel that small talk is the root of all evil. And I believe that this is why I don't think I know what you do for a living. Security, maybe, Mr. Tough Guy? Am I close?
I have a cousin in the Navy who is stationed about an hour from me, so my aunt and uncle are in town this weekend. Yesterday we went to the coast to go whale watching and my face is cooked! It was chilly, rainy, and thus cloudy in the morning, and weather.com made be believe that would be the consensus for the day. So I ditched the sunscreen and sunglasses idea and instead focused on my wool peacoat, umbrella, and blanket. But it turned out to be gorgeous! So now I look like I spent the weekend with my face trapped in tanning bed. It's quite attractive, really. The fun news: we didn't see any whales (only dolphins and sea lions.) Why is that fun? Because they gave us all return tickets. And since my aunt and uncle live in Ohio and my cousin doesn't have wheels, they all gave their tickets to me! I could selfishly go back four more times...for free!
What's goin' on today? Wanna come hiking with me?"
I'm not sure what you guys take out of this, but I have a few problems with it. First, it's obvious that her mentality is that she's the prize. She's also attempting to keep me on the back burner and is under the delusion that I'm going to sit around and wait for her sorry ass to get interested in me. This is obvious by her statements and the fact that she sends me a questionnaire to answer. So at this point I next her, but not before I give her a little info on yours truly, for pretty much the first time, so she knows what she's missing out on (normally I wouldn't brag at all, but I figure I'm nexting her anyway so what the hell):
"Hey, glad to hear you're still alive.
I know what
you mean about the sunscreen, I actually just got a
bit fried myself up at the mountain yesterday. You say
small talk is the root of all evil, I say it's UV
rays.
I don't remember what I told you about my job/school
and what I didn't. I was doing security & bouncing
while I finished up my degree. Now that I'm through
with that I actually just got hired on to my agency of
choice as a criminal investigator. So my career is
officially under way.
You should have written me back sooner 'cause I was
just in your neck of the woods with one of my bros. My
sister is a higher up for priceline.com so she gets me
free flights/hotels/car rentals on occasion, it's a
pretty sick hookup.
Anyway I've had fun bantering with you, to be honest
though I don't really think this is gonna work out.
But keep having fun in the sun and good luck with your
art stuff.
Infamous J"
I intentionally didn't give her a reason for nexting her, just told her that was it. I figure it'd at least keep her wheels turning and would maybe make her think "f*ck I messed up".
About two weeks go by and she replies with this:
"It's too bad you're closing the door. I'm a single woman again, ready to accept my "Tell Me How You Really Feel" award. *I told her I was giving her this award after I got her Valentine* And sad, too, because I am currently going through a little mid-west withdrawal and could use the likes of a country boy. One who's not afraid to touch a fish and knows how to build a proper bonfire. Whadya say? Can we still chat?
Congratulations on the career start-up! Are you having fun with it yet? When I took Criminal Investigations in Ohio, I found it exciting and gruesome and intriguing and probably a little emotional. Are you still a rookie, or have you made it past that stage already?
Here's to wishin' and hopin'..."
I'm not sure what's up with the "country boy" statements, because I'm anything but, but whatever. I'm interested in what you guys think about the whole thing, and what you would do.
To be honest I don't really care what the advice is, because I doubt I'm even gonna write her back. For the most part I have a one strike policy, at least initially, before moving on. So there's a 95% chance she stays nexted, I more just want to learn from this than anything.
She's pretty hot and witty to boot, which I love. For what it's worth we've had great "chemistry" through email. She would consistently write me an average of every 2 days or so, I'd usually write her about every 5. I kept it really surface level and didn't reveal too much about myself, I figured if anything ever came of it there's plenty of time for that.
Then all of a sudden the emails stopped, and I didn't hear from her for about a month, when she sends this (fyi anything that starts and ends with a * is me talking):
"I have fantastic news!!! I found the edge of the Earth! Shame, they don't sell postcards.
See...I sorta started seeing someone, so I haven't been giving you the attention you need/want/deserve. And if you're confused, I started seeing said person after sending questionable mailings for Valentines Day. *she sent me a card with an insert that said she wanted to have sex with me* But I'm a little iffy. (That word looks silly by itself; it looks like it's missing a letter.) So I'm going to ask you this question: how often do you enjoy a bit of alcohol? A glass of wine in the evening? A drink with dinner? Free-for-all on weekends? Or just a round of beers when the fellas are involved? Is this a loaded set of questions, do ya think?
Confession: I strongly feel that small talk is the root of all evil. And I believe that this is why I don't think I know what you do for a living. Security, maybe, Mr. Tough Guy? Am I close?
I have a cousin in the Navy who is stationed about an hour from me, so my aunt and uncle are in town this weekend. Yesterday we went to the coast to go whale watching and my face is cooked! It was chilly, rainy, and thus cloudy in the morning, and weather.com made be believe that would be the consensus for the day. So I ditched the sunscreen and sunglasses idea and instead focused on my wool peacoat, umbrella, and blanket. But it turned out to be gorgeous! So now I look like I spent the weekend with my face trapped in tanning bed. It's quite attractive, really. The fun news: we didn't see any whales (only dolphins and sea lions.) Why is that fun? Because they gave us all return tickets. And since my aunt and uncle live in Ohio and my cousin doesn't have wheels, they all gave their tickets to me! I could selfishly go back four more times...for free!
What's goin' on today? Wanna come hiking with me?"
I'm not sure what you guys take out of this, but I have a few problems with it. First, it's obvious that her mentality is that she's the prize. She's also attempting to keep me on the back burner and is under the delusion that I'm going to sit around and wait for her sorry ass to get interested in me. This is obvious by her statements and the fact that she sends me a questionnaire to answer. So at this point I next her, but not before I give her a little info on yours truly, for pretty much the first time, so she knows what she's missing out on (normally I wouldn't brag at all, but I figure I'm nexting her anyway so what the hell):
"Hey, glad to hear you're still alive.
I know whatyou mean about the sunscreen, I actually just got a
bit fried myself up at the mountain yesterday. You say
small talk is the root of all evil, I say it's UV
rays.
I don't remember what I told you about my job/school
and what I didn't. I was doing security & bouncing
while I finished up my degree. Now that I'm through
with that I actually just got hired on to my agency of
choice as a criminal investigator. So my career is
officially under way.
You should have written me back sooner 'cause I was
just in your neck of the woods with one of my bros. My
sister is a higher up for priceline.com so she gets me
free flights/hotels/car rentals on occasion, it's a
pretty sick hookup.
Anyway I've had fun bantering with you, to be honest
though I don't really think this is gonna work out.
But keep having fun in the sun and good luck with your
art stuff.
Infamous J"
I intentionally didn't give her a reason for nexting her, just told her that was it. I figure it'd at least keep her wheels turning and would maybe make her think "f*ck I messed up".
About two weeks go by and she replies with this:
"It's too bad you're closing the door. I'm a single woman again, ready to accept my "Tell Me How You Really Feel" award. *I told her I was giving her this award after I got her Valentine* And sad, too, because I am currently going through a little mid-west withdrawal and could use the likes of a country boy. One who's not afraid to touch a fish and knows how to build a proper bonfire. Whadya say? Can we still chat?
Congratulations on the career start-up! Are you having fun with it yet? When I took Criminal Investigations in Ohio, I found it exciting and gruesome and intriguing and probably a little emotional. Are you still a rookie, or have you made it past that stage already?
Here's to wishin' and hopin'..."
I'm not sure what's up with the "country boy" statements, because I'm anything but, but whatever. I'm interested in what you guys think about the whole thing, and what you would do.
To be honest I don't really care what the advice is, because I doubt I'm even gonna write her back. For the most part I have a one strike policy, at least initially, before moving on. So there's a 95% chance she stays nexted, I more just want to learn from this than anything.
