Heres why I am not cut out for "dating". I'm chicken shit.
I am awesome in email, I am open, and myself. On the phone, yes, I can be, if you call me.
But I don't give out my number because, after 10 years w/the same cell number, I'm pretty lucky I get no solicitations. So, you can't call me.
And, I'm scared.
I think someone said I should break out of my comfort zone. Which would be, you have a detailed profile, are handsome, manly, funny, and seem amazingly taken with me thru our correspondence.
Then we can talk on the phone for a bit/text.
Then we can meet.
I got the digits of a boy today. His profile is short, and pretty nonexistant. But weve had some great emails. He's a sexmuffin, no kids, never married, and 2 yrs older than me. Owns a house.
I think I'll stew about the digits forever. I am so scared about calling a boy I want to poop. When I get nervous or scared, that's my bodys way of letting me know I am, in case the sweaty palms, and rapid heart rate didn't give it away.
I dont know if you remember back when I met exnotsomuchamanfriend, but that was the most torturous time of my life meeting a "stranger".
It all started here.
And heres a reason to pay attention to your dreams. I dreamt I was exnotamanfriends next victem before we met!
In coming up with some links to my last online experience, I realized, holey shit I've been blogging 5 years.