About a week into my Ok Cupid adventure, I was receiving some pretty boring messages. My inbox was full of “Hi”, “What’s Up”, and “How you doin’?” But many of the men behind these lame quips were far older than me, far shorter than me, or unclothed. Needless to say, they didn’t receive responses back from me.
That is, until Daniel messaged me. I wish I could tell you why I replied but honestly I have no idea. He seemed attractive and interesting. He wanted to be a writer and moved from Alabama to LA to pursue his dream. He was a soccer player in college and clocked in at 6 foot 3. What’s not to like? Perhaps his first message (below). But I decided to ignore that fact.
“Pretty hot”? Obviously my careful photo selection paid off!
Daniel asked me to hang out on Labor Day. I headed down to Santa Monica to meet him at a bar. We spent a long time chatting and playing Quizzo (they call it bar trivia here. Alrighty.) It was technically my first real date so I did my best to be, um, flirty. A tap on the arm and a giggle here and there. I even wore a dress. But conversation got stale and when Daniel remarked that my tattoo seemed dumb, I knew it wasn’t a love connection. Daniel didn’t agree though. We never saw each other again but he continues to text me months later. Usually drunk. Sometimes sober. I started to think he was going to stalk me down and kill me (a la Craigslist Killer) so I tried to disappear for a while. Sometimes I’ll respond, though. I’m not THAT mean of a person.
While I don’t plan to see him again and I still think he might murder me, I’m proud to say a boy finally bought me a cheeseburger. I’m totally dating!