Even with all of that thought-writing I never quite know what I'm going to write when I sit down to eke my 500 words out. I know it isn't insurmountable, but I care about doing it the right way. I want to be entertaining, meaningful, and 65% light, 35% dark/"real". Reading everyone else's posts makes me think that I'm not alone in this.
Unfortunately I'm an asshole a lot of the time, so the light/dark ratio tends to get flipped-turned upside down. One of my good friends is amazing at spinning negative stories into funny anecdotes, and I very much admire her for it. My stories start off with the hope for a funny-awkward ending, but they tend to just get sad-awkward.
Speaking of sad-awkward, let's talking about my dating life! (See what I did there?) (Oh by the way, imagine an early 90s game show host is reading everything from "Speaking of..." on! Super fun right!)
Contestent number 1: Met this guy on OkCupid, working on his Ph.D. at Northwestern, lots of hope going into the gate. (He's Tall! ooOOOoo) It's a warm August night, I'm waiting outside of the brew pub where we're meeting for drinks when I notice a tall, pale chap wearing bubble gum pink from head to knee cap (shorts) carrying a purple tote bag. I think to myself "There's no way he's my date! My date said he's fashionable!" and am immediately proven wrong. On the plus side, I learned that night that just because the plan is to meet for drinks doesn't mean the other party won't order dinner, there are men in the world who think wearing all pink is fashionable, and that his baby momma is a bitch but they're working on co-parenting effectively.
Contestant number 2: We met on Tinder before I officially moved to Chicago. Chatted for a week via text. And by "chatted for a week via text" I mean "he sent me some graphic but well-worded sexts and no dick pics." I came back to Chicago as soon as possible (hey, a girl's got needs...) and met him for lunch. He's a chef (truly) and apparently that means you get a discount everywhere. Industry people take care of each other. He tells me all about his half-Arabic upbringing in rural Kentucky. All about his mother and brothers. Where he's traveled and worked in the world. He's a talkative bugger. We go back to his place (please don't be a murderer, please don't be a murderer (if Law & Order SVU and the Ted Bundy's of the world have taught me anything it's that sometimes you just can't tell.)) He has clean sheets, we hook up, it's fine, I go home and then the near constant requests for booty calls begin. I wasn't surprised by the first few requests - that totally makes sense. I was surprised when he kept contacting me after I knew he had a girlfriend...to join both of them...or maybe just him. I'm not into that but he thought it'd be worthwhile to double-check. Nothing ventured nothing gained, I guess?
Contestant number 3: He never showed. Saved me time and I was able to go straight back home and put PJs on.
I could go on and on. I'm on both OkCupid and Tinder sporadically, and the stories are worth the odd evening or seven to keep it up.
The text conversations are even more fascinating. There are some guys out there who clearly don't want to ever meet, just flirt a bit and it's usually fun and light. Occasionally these guys will surprise you by saying "hey I'm bi, wanna see a video of the giant cock I went down on last weekend?" and then send you a video of him giving another guy head (I thought he was lying...) Sometimes they'll just randomly send dick pics whether you're talking about such things or not. My favorite is when dick pics just pop up while I'm hanging out with my mother...or my grandmother...or at a baseball game with my sister and she's looking at my phone. At least the baseball game dick pic was interesting, he was wearing a tuxedo jacket and used a whole light kit. Gotta appreciate the dedication, right? ...right?