Fuck. So I met this guy Anthony on POF. He's hot, tattoos, plays music, great body, great face. He's a freakin nut job. I just got off the phone with him after an hour and a half conversation and I about threw the phone across the room. I literally tried to get off the phone with him for 45 minutes but he kept saying oh this bullshit that bullshit. Then he had me check out his website for auto detailing. I don't give a fuck about your god damn website. Then he had me look him up on youtube. Yeah him playing to guitar by himself at practice. Not even like cool on stage rock star shit. Freakin crap. I will NEVER pick up the phone when he calls again. So he's talking the whole freakin time because those are the kinds of guys I seem to attract. He kept going on about this and that. He's in Orlando right now because he wasn't sure where he wanted to move. But him and his roommate are moving to North Port (which isn't anywhere near me). Oh and his roommate is 18. The man's 40! Oh and his ex girlfriend that he just broke up with was 18 too. WTF. This guy hasn't a clue that he's a total mess of shit. Ugh!
Phew okay had to get that off my chest. I seriously wanted to start screaming you are a freakin loser I don't care about all the "cool" people you hung out with once upon a time. I don't care that you just "liquidated" your assets and the only vehicle you have right now is your work van. You're full of horse shit you loony tune.
Ugh. Okay off that horse. I talked with a really nice man named Kyle today on the phone. Of course I met him on POF. He's 40, owns his own scuba shop, has a kid, is divorced, isn't the most handsome man on earth but there's something about him. Incredibly funny. I'm supposed to meet him Monday.
Meeting Mike from POF tomorrow for dinner. He's a motivational speaker or some shit like that. He's cute but I don't think we're going to click. But I'm interested in finding out. :)
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