Jun 20, 2013

Douche Bag!

Fun Filled weekend I gotta say! First Week Of June



For most of the weekend, I pulled 16 hour shifts.  Does Everyone know its spring time? LOL
The weekend, I was a soul mate, douche bag and also a kunt with a K.
Physically attempting this dating game is somewhat of a mind fuck.
I am quite enjoying most of it with my new frame of thought.

I will know when its right. right??

I received the most request for dates and text messages I ever have this weekend. I double booked, over booked..fucked up names ..lol hurt one and almost fell hard for another.

I put most dates off,  for one in particular, as I had been talking to this person the most, and he was actually coming into Vancouver to see me which I thought was pretty spectacular.

First lets take a look at the term Douche Bag:
Witipedia:  Douche usually refers to vaginal irrigation, the rinsing of the vagina, also a derogatory word developed in the mid 1960's.

Interesting, lol

I received a few text messages from a guy I met last year, does anyone remember metro town food court man? he sent me massive pictures of his small wiener?well actually , besides the issue of a closet porn masturbator, he has gotten himself together and is actually a nice person, I recently saw him smiling on POF-which trust me is not something he often did. So I said, you look good with a smile, thinking that he would have the common sense to know, I would not fall for his crap, or be interested in any romantic interludes with him.  I accepted a possible meet up to mini golf, as friends. He did say, "you know, I am asking you out"-I really didn't respond to that. He texted over the weekend, and I said "I am on a date". He said, "why are you texting on a date? and I thought you were interested in me!" "You know what..you are a fucking douche bag."

I said, "Did you just call me a douche bag?" and then said,
"When did I ever say I was interested?I said I love mini golf..lol "
I was a little pissed off, so later I texted, " I thought I'd let you know I am interested in this date, in fact I am certain he has a LARGE penis, by the bulge in his pants, good bye."

Indeed I was very much consumed with my date, it was going quit swimmingly!

Food Court Boi,  texted something about his buddies and squirting cum on my face(who says stuff like that???)Told me he wasn't interested in wasting his seed on a saggy old ass, have I ever in my life had a saggy old ass? Never, in fact I think I may have some African American in  me..bahahahaha

I told him I was going to report him to the police, and it just so happened I had on my old cell text messages from when he used to get a random thrill of sending me pictures of his small wiener. I later had checked out his profile pic on facebook and found him to be part of the catholic church, and also employed with our local utilities...holy fark, I thought what a fucking nut job, I should report him.



Just A Girl..Loses Balance....I have been taking a different approach to POF..lol  I have been looking beyond the picture and looking for an assortment of qualities. Sometimes I'm right, Sometimes I'm completely wrong. I read this one mans profile, my two day Island Boi Date..there were two ways to take it, he has allot of time on his hands, or he comfortable in his own shoes, and follows his own belief system.

We did the texting for a day and then he called, in fact he called me twice a day for 3 days. Keeping the conversation extremely interesting. He is older than me, which is new for me, I typically have dated men, 3-4 years younger, not by choice.

By the 3rd day he had suggested just coming down here on his boat, and taking me for a picnic(wow, hello romantic)  I waited in JJ bean while my stomach turned. I love being in the hub of Main street, but also am nervous. I always run into someone that I have not kept my duty to, as a friend, or past date. Sure enough I run into a old friend of mine and feel stupid because I didn't keep in contact, it was good thou.

My thoughts on running into my old friend. I met Grumpyclothing.com at a trade show, he was kind of a mess, and so was I. We hung out. We never dated. I thought him eccentric and fucked up, extremely talented. Loved his work and soul of a angel. I run into him now and he is a complete package, a stud muffin.
I was flustered for a moment, then he said he was running off to see his girlfriend for a BBQ..yes of coarse he was.

So I am waiting for my date, and he comes in behind me, warm eyes..wow, pleasant surprise from what I thought I may have met. I go in to give him a friendly hug, and he kisses me a passionate kiss on the mouth. I am stunned and kinda off kilter. We decide to have lunch, he pulls out a gift..something from his home town. The entire time we are walking he is touching and his mannerisms are not something you find in Vancouver. As we eat,,he is looking at me with his brown eyes, caressing my arm, his legs under the table are touching mine. He pulls out a full doctors reports, one on STD's and one for HIV-all negative. I am somewhat shocked, but he has read up on my blog..clearly. I am also thinking..FUCK. Even though he produced such papers, as a joke he was a extreme gentlemen in every way. I thought geeezz this man sure is sure of himself.

After lunch we decide to go to a park..we sit on a bench , but instead he holds me in a bear hug, and kisses me some more- I am off kilter, and kind of feel out of sorts on what to do. we sit on the grass, and all I can think of to say is, "your kinda of touchy feely aren't you?"

He says, "this is how humans are supposed to react when there is a connection, a chemistry..Vancouver has lost its feel for humanity and love, everyone has walls, rules and barriers." He then asked if it felt right, I said "well yes"..as it did almost too much. we walk and talk for what seemed to be hours, and then ended up cooking together and watching a movie cuddled on the couch, kisses in between, tickles on the arms, legs..
It was crazy really. Our conversation went form writing to arts to music to work to philosophy to history to past to future all in 24hrs..and I found myself almost starring into myself on many levels.

The next day we went for a market breakfast and made out on the street. He said "I can stay right till Tuesday if you like" confused , frazzled, I said how about later. He had a friend to meet and agreed.

Somehow after 3pm,  it all got messed up, he did not respond to meeting right away..I made plans, so frustrated on both parts we went our separate ways. I received a text from a "David" I actually now know 5 Davids.

Work David
Car Salesmen David
Courtney David
Island David
Just David
David in the city, some guy who keeps putting comments, I refuse to publish on this blog.

All except work David, are from POF, with codes beside their names, a few are dating already and some have become friends on facebook. So I receive a message "Hey Hi, I'm supposed to meet my girl I am dating but I am having issues, wanna grab a quick coffee?

So on POF-Car sales men David had just messaged me recently saying it was a shame we never met up when he was in Vancouver.
Well this was the guy who wouldn't make a second trip for a date in Vancouver and when we missed meeting he was angry and a ass.  I talked to him last year. Courtney David was also from last year and is on my FB and recently asked how I was also.

Both have dogs, both drive trucks, both had girls they were dating. In my head I am thinking it is Car Salesmen David and maybe hes read my blog and lets see what this nard has to say- I agree to the coffee, as long as its close by-as I am still in dream land hoping to see my date.

David texts that indeed he is close by, gets out of his truck I realize it is the wrong David all together.
I was kind of relieved, because this would be a excuse for a quick exit, I tell him he is the wrong David. This David, gets in a uproar and says, WTF Laura?? So what we are not having coffee now? I said "no, no, its all good- so what's up" He of coarse had met a psycho chick on POF..what else is new!

I get a message later that day on pof from someone I had given the skirt(evaded) to all weekend, not only was I a Douche Bag this weekend, because their, all by itself was one simple word, describing me for the day in this persons head....

                                                                      KUNT

It then gets tipsy curvy with my dream date...a bunch of jargon and "DEEP THOUGHTS"

Surprisingly not from me!

Ohhh..why cant things be simple?
man meets women, they like each other, date..monogamist..fall in love , make it work..forever n ever??

why? cause its fucking POF that's why.

However I do so find it exciting!
GVix signing off



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