The past week has been one to forget (yeah, I see the irony in a great bloody long post detailing it).
Country Hottie responded to the text message in my last post in about half a nanosecond and gave me three dates he was available. I chose one and he responded later that he’d see if he was free and get back to me. Heh? I assumed that I was Plan B on standby and he had since heard back positively from a Plan A option and was starting to weasel his way out. I didn’t bother waiting for him to juggle his options and made plans to meet someone else.
I had drinks with the someone else and I felt little beyond moderate attraction in a I’d have sex with you happily enough but walk away happily enough as well kind of way. Somewhat of a shame as in theory as he is separated and not looking for anything beyond regular sexual contact, works a fly-in/fly-out job and lives alone when he’s in town. Our kiss goodnight was barely more than a peck and I have chalked it down to too much amiability and not enough lust between us.
In a weird coincidence I saw the man outlined in the “Fleeing” post on a fetish web site. Through some enquiries made via a few degrees of separation, my instincts to bugger the hell off were verified. He is known as a delusional, manipulative liar who played other women while with his wife, and appears to be now playing the woman he left his wife for — not mine to judge but the fetish circle he moves in is small and close-knit and his house of cards will tumble soon. I’m glad I was right about him, but I wish my hindsight was fed more directly into my foresight so I could have saved myself some discomfort.
The weirdest event of the week involved someone who took possession of the phone belonging to the man who sent photos of his dick in a cock pump. Someone started sending me unsolicited and detailed text messages from his phone like this:
Hi [creepy use of my first name], this is [Mr Cock Pump’s] ex girlfriend and you’ll probably think I’m crazy and perhaps I am right now. [Mr Cock Pump] and I broke up last year and we still have a friends with benefits thing. A few weeks ago I collapsed in a shopping centre and discovered I was pregnant with his child. He has tried to hurt me and I have been in pain the last three weeks. He is a good man and perhaps we have a chance but you also need to know about his mood swings from drug use that make him unpredictable. Contrary to what it sounds like, we are not together now and I want you to know this so you can make up your own mind and avoid the terrible situation I am in. Don’t let this happen to you.
I was bored at work and couldn’t help myself so I replied, asking if they weren’t together, how on earth did she have access to his phone? She responded in an equally rambling and bizarre way and I ended up with more messages over a few hours until I lost interest and decided to step out of both their lives. I doubt he was the sender because of the writing style and he had no reason to scare me off as we never met nor had contact for weeks. Perhaps the nutter was a new, insecure girlfriend who had been snooping through his call logs and was trying to fend off the competition. They are welcome to each other.
I think my only prospects this time around are a woman I’ve been in touch with, however, she might prove too far away and we’ve stepped into the comfort of chatting like friends rather than potential lovers. There’s also a young tradesman about town who comes across as experienced but basic fun and I’ll see what happens. I’m feeling somewhat battle-weary after this campaign and of late the frustration has greatly outweighed the reward.