Your selling point.
It’s like your boiling point (see how I can tie science into anything)…with everybody(thing) it’s different.
Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses. Everybody has a different selling point. And the same person can even have different selling points with different people.
My boobs? My Smile? Sense of Humour?
But I digress. Because this post isn’t actually about my selling points (I kind of just included them so I wouldn’t always seem like such a judgemental bitch lol!).
MMA Guy. His selling point. Obvious overt masculinity. Which he had. Or so I thought. Until he complained about his broken foot and the excessive difficulty of simply getting around the house. Fail. Man up dude!
Intelligence Officer. His selling point. Man of action. Which he had. Until I realized it was tied to the barracks. Fail. Get your shit together man!
The Tie In.
And here is where we rejoin the story of Twitter Guy and Something She Dated as they attempt to navigate their way through Stage 2 aka The Middle Ground. It’s that time between being ready to take things offline and ACTUALLY taking things offline.
So I gave him my digits. He let me know he would be out of town that weekend (good job with the notification) and that he would text me (good assuming he does indeed text). He does. There are numerous texts. All kinds of cute things. He jokes about wearing the double shirt (Top fucking notch because A. shows he’s been paying attention and B. is just cute and funny). The occasional lame thing. Asking for a sexy picture. Not Awesome. Very typical of my “somethings”.
He says he’ll call on monday or tuesday to make plans. Good job on the forethought. Ironically though I miss the call. He asks me to email him about where I live so he can pick a place to meet. I do. He suggests we meet near to my house Thursday @ 3:30pm. Um no. On both accounts.
One. Not near my house thanks. Because you know my luck. I’d run into like 10 people I know before we had a chance to order a latte.
Two. 3:30pm? Um…definite no thanks. I don’t do daytime meets. I want sexy lighting. I want sexy feeling. I want to go out at night like a grown-up.
Also. I should mention. With the decidedly sexual overtones of some of our conversations. Not to mention the obvious assumptions he must have had after reading all about my dalliance with Intelligence Officer. My expectations were that this (pending chemistry, laughs, success) was going to be something akin to friends with benefits. So all that being said, again I reiterate. I. Don’t. Do. Daytime. Meets.
The Tie In.
Later doesn’t work for him that day. The rest of the week is swamped with blah and blah and busy yada yada. The weekend is filled with more yada yada and some busy blah blah blah. He suggested the Friday night but didn’t want to keep me from other plans since he wouldn’t be done till 10pm. And having learned this lesson way too many times with unreliable folk…mamma made plans…and so the date would have to wait. He suggested we meet the following week.
My thoughts. Similar to the thoughts I had before I ceased the dating of Garbage Man.
Why. The. Fuck.
Are. You. Trying.
To. Date. If.
You. Are. So.
And HERE is where we come back to the selling point. Twitter Guy’s selling point was that he was a man. That he was different than the boys I had previously been dating. But we were off to a very slow start. very.
But there was good stuff too no doubt. He was awesome with the contact and entertainment. Emailing back and forth almost every single day. I got to find out valuable boy information. Like whether my hair looks (prettier, hotter, more flattering) straight or curly. He has a very sexy quality wherein he’s completely okay with the notion that I might be dating other guys, “Fuck ’em. Life’s a competition I thoroughly enjoy winning” Hot. I mean seriously. Thinking I’m a prize to be won. Being confident enough to think he could win. Being cool enough to let me have my fun because he is certain I’d pick him. Fucking Hot.
There was lots of cute texting over the weekend. Good stuff. We made plans for the coming Friday. More emailing and chatter. And then. Courtesy of Vancouver weather. We had an earlier opportunity.
He emails. “Hey is your game gonna be canceled tonight?”
And thus, Twitter Guy, is totally back in the game. Points won for remembering my schedule, forethought of knowing my game would be cancelled and then he made all the plans of where to meet. Top Notch.
And that my friends. Is the end of the Middle Ground. Stayed Tuned for the Third Stage also known as The Date.
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