The story of my life. Had been texting a bit with someone new for about a day. He’s decent looking. Seems nice. Easy enough to talk to.
We’re a whopping 30 messages in overall when it starts.
“Send me a picture of your feet”.
I made it clear that I wasn’t going to do that. He told me that it was a simple request and that we should start learning to please each other now. I blocked him.
Where are the boundaries?!? I talk to a LOT of guys. And usually, it ends after about 10 messages because at that point they are already starting to make demands.
“Send me more pics”, “let’s facetime”, “drop everything and meet me at a bar right now”. Or God forbid I go and pee without my phone. I always come back to the “did I scare you off?” I swear nothing turns me off faster than that last one.
Whatever happened to conversations? Getting to know somebody? Taking a minute to pursue them if you’re sincerely interested?
Am I expecting too much? Am I just a bitch? Did all the negative porn experiences make me too sensitive?
I have no idea. And frankly, I’m not sure I care.
I’m at the point where I would rather die alone than put up with any of these weenies on a regular basis anyway.
My Granny has been single by choice for over 30 years now. I used to think it was odd.
Now…I think it’s brilliant.