Never A Dull Moment

My love life is always dramatic. Case and point: this past weekend.

• I tried online dating again for 9 days. I had 44 messages in those 9 days. Some of them were so inappropriate. Most were nice and called me “beautiful”, “gorgeous” or “hot” in the greeting. I like that. Thanks for that. One even called me “dimples.”
• One described, in detail, what he would like to do to my face. (shudders) Ugh. No thanks. I’m scarred for life now.
• I went on 2 dates with one guy. There was something that gave me a creeped out vibe. But he did ask me out for a 2nd date (which would have been our 4th date) in a very cute way. I mentioned my love of jr. mints and he brought some to the station and wrote on the box :“are you free Saturday night?” It was cute and I said yes. Then we had lunch Wednesday and he wanted to do dinner Thursday. It was too much for me and I ended it via text. I felt horrible. He wanted to talk about it. I stood firm: he was 38, not yet divorced! (that’s still 2 months away) with 3 kids and it was just too much. 
• So basically, he gave me (on paper) what I wanted: a guy who is totally in to me, texted me throughout the day, brought me cute, thoughtful gifts (to work!) and wanted to see me basically everyday. And I didn’t want it. What is wrong with me?  Oh yeah, my gut was screaming “run away!” I couldn’t hardly look him in the eye. There’s something wrong with that.
• A 25 year old guy kept texting me. I also felt creeped out. He wouldn’t get the hint that I didn’t want to talk. Like when I said, “I don’t think this is going to work out.” He wanted to be friends, and if “something happened, then something happened.” Ugh. No. Never gonna happen. He also kept telling me he had “credentials.” What does that even mean? I just don’t know. You don’t know me, we aren’t friends. No. Sorry. It’s done.
• So I had to install an app that blocks texts and calls (my phone is old enough that it won’t just do that).
• He’s blocked, but now, since he called and texted SO MUCH I have text message anxiety. Every time my text goes off now I get a little panicky and hesitate to look at the text message. But so far today its been from my brother and my former roomie. Whew. And I know he can’t get to me, but still. I don’t feel quite safe.
• This whole dating thing sucks. I like dating. I do. I enjoy it (sometimes). I love men. And flirting. And going out. But there are so many weirdos out there, that I just can’t even handle it. Anybody have any brilliant ideas? There has to be a better way than this. 

Someday my prince will come. Right?! Oy.