the following is the message i sent to a stranger at an online dating site:
“this is how it will be:
1. we will meet and you will fall head over heels for me
2. you will love my candor and simplicity
3. you will pull back because such intensity scares the crap out of you
4. you will stop returning my calls, say “it’s not you, it’s me”
5. you will break my heart
so instead of all this drama and heartache, we should just fuck on our first and only date… sounds like a plan?
he thinks to himself, “she is either an insatiable slut or a really funny girl.” the plot thickens…”
i don’t know what got into me. maybe it was the Bailey’s Cream in my hot cocoa or maybe it was the bullshit of dating online. men are visual creatures but we all know it’s substance that keeps them. but how will he ever get to the substance if his thinking is so one dimensional and focused on the visual? whatever.
i don’t have time for dating anyway. so many things now seem only to exist to give me ideas for writing. and i grow increasingly frustrated that my writing is interrupted by work, school, sleep, life. i can’t wait until my vay-cay to vegas. no interruptions. no distractions. 12 days of blissful writing. it is my secret goal to write 2 novels while on holiday in vegas. will it happen? only time will tell. since my best work seems to come when i’m drunk, it is totally possible:)
His response< 24hrs: