well this is a fine kettle of fish

I'm not really sure what that means but it felt like a good title. moving on

I have metaphorically made my bed and now I have to lie in it. I am multi-booked this weekend, it hasn’t even started, and I’m already exhausted. I haven’t really written about it but I dipped my toe back into the dating pool. Err, more like I said “what the Hell” and did a running cannonball. For whatever reason it hasn’t been as awful this time. I’m on a free trial with one of the pay for services that I shall leave unnamed because I don’t trust a single one of you assholes.

My profile is a pile of truth that some of these perspective paramours are mistaking for banter. One of my tagline quote things is “I’m looking for a semi-steady Saturday night date.” Ive also sprinkled in such gems as:

“incapable of daily text exchange.”

“I snore like a hibernating bear so for the sake of your sanity and rest its best that we sleep apart.”

“Not to mention the unpredictable violent nocturnal fits where I loose control of my limbs in a sort of lying down mosh pit experience. I know these happen because I wake up bound to my sheets in weird ways. Again, this is all about YOUR safety.”

Also sprinkled in some “married for 31 years uninterested in another round” and “completely comfortable dying alone.” And for good measure and a little ambiguous assholery I put “still friends with my ex and if you’re not good with that no need for us to talk.”

All this seems to be working because I have women talking to me. Here in lies the problem. I broke my own rules and committed to a Friday night connection. Then, the spicy Red Head that has my attention (this will be my first by the way) asked if I wanted to do something Saturday. Couldn’t pass that one up. So now I am double booked and I have to say I don’t like it.

I might be more broken than previously surmised.