Last night’s conversation with July Guy was GREAT, but it almost didn’t happen because after I had given him my number for him to (per his words, have a chat), all he did was fire off a flurry of text messages and not one was asking when I was free to talk.
I hate that shit! Hate it, hate it, HATE it.
Even if we’re talking about a regular encounter outside of online dating, why do people use text messaging as a way of getting to know someone? If we make it past the first couple of calls and like each other when meeting, we’ll have plenty of time for the filler of text discussions but not right out the gate.
I guess if texting is your thing and you don’t care about hearing an actual voice, then go with the flow but it isn’t for me and I let him know after about ten minutes of back and forth when sending this:
“It seems as if texting is your thing which is cool, but I would like to put a voice to the man behind the photos and messages. How about you call me or let me know when you’re free to actually talk otherwise, have a good evening”.
Shut that down real quick and shortly after he gave me a call.
Our talk ended up being hilariously entertaining and enlightening and we touched on everything We chatted about work life, living situations (no roommate, yay!!), dating experiences, our children and the desire to procreate with better choices and even politics. After a while, July Guy comments how glad he was to have called since he wouldn’t have learned so much without talking.
Of course you wouldn’t have so just imagine how many women you’ve likely turned off if that series of Q&A by text messaging is your modus operandi.
I can’t explain how refreshing it is to have even a sliver of interest popping into my head. So far, everything he’s written in his profile was coming through over the phone without any red flags waving around. He has a fairly quiet and reserved demeanor for the most part, but is still down to earth, extremely relatable and more than anything – had a great sense of humor.
Listen folks, I’ve been on this self-imposed sex hiatus for SEVEN months, twenty days and 29 hours so I’m pretty ripe which likely explains my mild temperament nowadays so when the conversation suddenly ventured into adult zone – we rolled with it. The next thing I know, July Guy’s voice suddenly becomes midnight love radio personality as he’s telling me all of the dirty things he would like to do to me as I’m lying in my bed touching myself in certain places.
Considering the drought mentioned above, I won’t lie – when checking out some of these dating profiles I’m torn between considering the next great dating potential OR the next replacement for Papi and after having a phone session like last night? If his actions are as tough as his talking, this guy could certainly be used as a great substitute.
Don’t judge me.
Until there’s a cure…