So cute, so cute… oh so cute. My god, when he emailed me on SSN, I was sure I was in an alternate universe. The photos I saw were great. I never date guys that good looking. After one email, and one phone call, we were meeting for cocktails after work in the financial district. He was a financial writer for an international news agency. I find myself highly attracted to financial types. Type-A personalities really get me pumping. I was psyched.
When he walked in, he looked little like his pictures. It obviously was the same guy, but instead of the sexy, sultry casual guy in the photos walked in a shy, held back guy in a sport coat and thick glasses. He was still very cute, just not the sex god that I thought he would be. He kept laughing nervously, and seemed to have very few social skills at all. He was obsessed with all the Steel Towns I have lived in—Buffalo, Detroit, etc. He asked question after question, as though living in gritty burned out towns was the epitome of cool. It’s not. Buffalo is depressing. Believe me. Every time I tried to change the topic, asking him about himself, he promptly changed it back to Steel Towns. A true one track mind. I mean, I want a varied conversation, not one I think is repeating itself ad nauseum. Get over it and move on.
One dimensional is tedious and boring. Even if you’re a former sex god.
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