What happened to having a drink first?

What the fuck goes through men’s heads when they reach out on LinkedIn with a perverted comment about your photo and or try to ask you out? I know that I’ve asked this before, but seriously? And…. with time, it’s only gotten worse. I get messages on Instagram from random people and I’m no innocent, as I’m online dating on Tinder, Bumble etc., but I expect to receive messages there. Not sure that I expect some of the ones that I receive though about oral sex, 3 ways, and if I want to join in their poly lifestyle.

The Internet has created a marketplace for passive aggressive men that would not typically approach a woman like this in person. I don’t know if it’s that’s they’re more brazen and bold hiding behind the internet, but whatever the case, it’s getting worse. I get on average 2-3 messages on LinkedIn and then, Instagram has become a new playing field and then there are the randoms that will use your Airdrop from Apple to send random dick pics to your phone on the subway or in public just because they can. Lol. I keep that locked down after hearing about this new tactic.

Remember when someone would write a bad check and the check would be hung up for everyone to see In the market and they were shamed? This was a response to hoping that the person would not only be deterred from his behavior, but also not do it again, right? I’m thinking perhaps this behavior being called out may help some realize how ridiculous it is.

I have an Instagram account and receive no less that several unsolicited messages from men starting by saying, “Hello” … or telling me that they saw me on either Tinder or Bumble and since I did not match with them, they wanted to reach out to me anyway and see if I could meet them!? Umm… First, I swiped left, which means that I’m not interested, but “Thank You” for your persistence, but please leave it there… instead, they push it to asking me for photos, about sex, commenting about my body, and my favorite is receiving dick pics this way… Umm… Look men, no one wants to see your dick pictures. No one… and if you send these to us… unsolicited, we have the right to share them with our friends. Ha-ha…and I do.

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With all the harassment and misbehavior taking place and men being outed, I think that we have tended to shuffle this behavior under the mat for decades, as it was typically not managed well. I believe that we are at a Tipping point right now where women are coming forward to exploit these men of their actions because we are just exhausted of being treated like sex objects, getting paid less for the same work, being ridiculed and we are supposed to be your equal, yet why are people only now listening? I don’t know, but I’m grateful that they are.

Personally, I’ve been sexually harassed my entire life… I can still tell you stories of being held down and felt up by boys on my swim team that I once thought were friends… they each took turns and then, acted like nothing happened. I think this was the way I lost my innocence with men and reacted by calling them out and probably used some fine words… it continued throughout my life. Sometimes in ways that were worse than others… I’ve been solicited by men in the workplace dozens of times in my life, most were executives.  Believe me, I can say, “Fuck Off” faster than most.

I was asking my guy friend the better place for online dating where men are actually looking to date vs. fuck and he just laughed at me… I was wondering his opinion on Tinder, Bumble, OKC, POF, Match and etc. He goes… “Umm… I get more ass from Bumble”… I was shocked.. I thought Bumble was the upgrade to Tinder? What did I know? I met K on Tinder and we still talk and see one another…who knows. Everyone that reaches out to me ends up being a perv eventually.

With this, I would like to share some of my wall of shame….There are several more where these came from…and I may just keep sharing them, as I have that many.

What happened to asking a girl out to drink and trying to feign interest? Then after a few drinks, acting like a pervert trying to hook up? Now, they go straight for the jugular and ask if you’re “DTF”- Which Apparently means, “Down to Fuck”… or into a 3 way.. or just tell you how they want to lick and eat your ass…Thanks for the romance boys, does option b come with flowers?

When people wonder why I keep going back to “The Boy”… well, these are just a few examples.

Enjoy!

The fountain of youth…

Where to begin…. I’m still single, so the long-distance thing never worked out…as it never really does, does it? Now, after sharing so much of yourself with someone and dreams, hopes, and experiences… then, it just disappears…evaporates and you’re strangers again. I ended up giving up dating for a while…I believe that I went almost 2 years without intimacy or any kind of romance in my life, other than some random dates that were less satisfying than a hot bath and glass of wine.

 

I have tried to build out a career, where I thought that I had one, but in the end…that didn’t work out as planned either, yet then I will become one of those people quoting cliché’s… “Everything happens for a reason”, “Another fish in the Sea or Plenty of fish in the sea”, “Just when you stop looking…love finds you”… it’s like finding a fucking apartment in New York City.. That shit doesn’t happen easily, and it doesn’t happen without investment… like 3 months’ rent or approximately $15-20K USD. Lol. Don’t get too excited…that doesn’t include the broker fee or moving costs.

I literally had so many bad dates that I will highlight in time, I met an old colleague out for drinks and she enlightened me on her success with online dating and Tinder. So, I begin….

After several glasses of wine and tapas… the conversation moved to the new adventures of dating… We had both had bad experiences with men our own age and older, but after our storytelling… I explained… how I was literally made to feel guilty for being from one man our age because he had erectile dysfunction… he turned it around to acting like I was some sex hungry slut and if you know anything about me, well… I don’t put up with this shit…I hit back and below the belt and managed to pull out a PowerPoint quickly in my head on his inadequacies, yet explained that I dated him anyway…by this point, I knew there was no coming back. He had treated me with such ugliness to have me come back that I was beyond consoling… Then, I’d met another man my age that decided to lie about his being married, another who completely was lying about living locally and managed to tell me later it took him 4 hours to get home to Boston, as he thought that I was going to let him stay over??!?! WTF.

After these stories, she recommended that I get over the whole issue that I had with dating younger men and open my search criteria to 10 years younger and 10 years older. Me, dating younger men? Jesus, did these men really want to meet an older woman?

So, after a bottle or three of wine, I changed my Tinder settings and on the Uber ride home…. I had a series of matches with very attractive, educated men… all 10 years younger… all flirting with me….

 

Could this be the solution to my dating dilemmas? Forget the crotchety older men with families, issues and that were resentful for the uninhibited younger men that are still enjoying their lives?  J

Let the fun begin… My journey to dating younger men…..does this mean that I’m a Cougar? Meow… :

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This is life…

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Sometimes I feel like I’m in the wrong world and possibly my dreams are the real world in which I should be living, dancing, singing, traveling and maybe that cat with the kittens that I keep saving will eventually stop having kittens for me to save. Then, there is the tiger that I see following me as I meander through fields, as I’m hanging out the side of a boat traveling down a river and the same tiger appears on the shore.

Maybe the cats are a series of warnings from my subconscious that when you’re dreaming of sitting at a baseball game and having a wonderful peaceful moment on a boat, and a tiger appears…perhaps someone in your life is meant to be the cause of the representative of the tiger?

You see, I’m scared of the tiger, yet drawn to him. When, I always save the kittens and the mother cat and I’m the savior.

This is a lot like life.

You never know when the tiger will show its stripes and or when it will attack.

Yet, you wake up each day and with good intentions keep traveling through your life in hopes that everything will be ok.

Lately, I’ve seen my share of tigers and I’m wondering if in some way, I’m not the cat that needs rescuing.

With each and every loss we have and every failure or love lost, it has all led me here. At times, these failures, I see as my greatest successes and at other times, just another girl with a dream. I still get up, get dressed and put myself back out there and know that I’m stronger than I feel.

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