Glutton. I signed up for OkCupid today after realizing POF may kill me. I will say one thing about it…slightly better looking dudes. If you dig that scraggly haired, waifish hipster type. Can I quit after…well, shit. I haven’t even made it a week. I’m pathetic.
Today was tiring. So tiring I’m still up at 1:00am. I had meetings from 11:00 – 5:00 straight essentially. Left at 7:15. I get to my car…it won’t start. It’s shark week, ya’ll. It takes everything I have not to burst into tears. MFEO calls. Someone complimented her on the engagement ring I picked out for us. That makes me less weepy. I call my mother. She offers to come get me. I tell her no, I’m going to call my uncle. He is so awesome. I love Toc. He says 15 minutes. 20…30…45. I text Toast. He cheers me up. I am getting sick of waiting.
I call the only other person I know who is good with cars. Yelling starts in 3…2… Banky tells me it sounds like my battery. He’s concerned and asks if I need him to come get me. Um. No. NO. But thanks. Toc shows up as Banky is telling me he’ll be at my office tomorrow and he wants to have lunch. We seem to be handling this friends only thing amazingly well. I agree. We’ll see if I change my mind.
Toc jumps my car and I drive straight to AutoZone. I don’t have to do a godamn thing and they give me the top shelf battery for the bargain battery price. Blonde hair and boobies will get you everything in this world. I take the battery over to Toc’s and he puts it in for me. We bullshit awhile and I head home.
I have spent most of the evening, well since 10:30ish, talking to Toast. I am so very, very nervous about this one. I had no idea I’d actually meet someone I wanted to…meet. He’s starting to make me kind of…human. I anxiously await his IMs and he makes me smile so big it hurts. I am in trouble. Big, squishy feeling, adorable trouble. I’m not supposed to do this!! Eh. Fuck it. Life happens.
I decided earlier this week to stop caring what other people thought or felt about me and my actions. I also won’t let their words or actions affect me emotionally. All bets are off during shark week though.
Speaking of, go to myspace right now and listen to Two Way Radio – Runaway. It’s doing funny things to me. Good things. Smiley things. Toasty things.
You know, I consider myself something of an expert on free online dating, lol. I’m not cheap, I’m POOR!
OkCupid isn’t all THAT bad. Yes, there are PLENTY of douchetastic folks on there, but there’s also some kind of okay dudes.
But the best part? When OkCupid gets on your nerves, you can call it OkStupid.
You’re going to end up being my mentor. This is ALL new to me minus a brief fling with Match last year.
I am over POF. Deleting in 3…2…
Coffee Date Guy and I met on OkCupid. I told you to do that one! I haven’t been on in forever though, kinda don’t need it now.
Let it be what it is with Toast. You’ll figure it out.
Please to not be yelling at me later, ok?
Ruby, girl you know I love you. I’m a little wary…but I know you have a good head on your shoulders and you’ll do the right thing.
As for Toast? *swoooon* I’m in trouble.
OMG POF has the craziest people in the world on there. I’ve met some strange people from that site! Never tried Cupid before…hmmm maybe if the dude from POF that I just met this past weekend ends up being a dud I’ll have to give Cupid a shot.
POF terrifies me. Cupid seems to be much higher quality…well as much as you can get from the internet.
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