Well, Tinder is throwing up some literal throw up!
Matched with a guy who says he's a GP, 52, good sense of humour, true gent, looking to meet up and see where it takes us. Sounds cool.
His message to me? "Are you a naughty girl, I do hope so".
Sigh.
Another one, says he's good conversationalist, no baggage, looking to see where things go.
Message to me? "I'm looking for adult fun, hope you are too. I'm free tonight if you are".
(My profile says nothing about adult fun)
So there you have it. I did Tinder research. For science. And it damaged me!
I have 27 live matches who have not approached me (given the above, I'd rather they didn't bother). The two above and six stalled chats. Yawn.
MrWG came round unexpectedly Wednesday. Which was nice, but also annoying. He texted (he knows I have two hours off in the middle of the day on a Wed and he's been away nearly three weeks, so to be fair he did message and come and see me literally as soon as he was able to) to see if I'd like him to "pop round for a couple of hours", I was off swimming so said I'd be home at one, work mtg around two. He said he'd come over for one. Arrived about one fifteen. Shenanigans happened. All good.
I went back to working and he hung around, he'd brought his laptop so he worked too, I heard him on a call saying he was be "available a bit later this evening" to someone, he set up my new sound bar and evicted a few spiders. I finished work about four, bit after, we chatted, I watched something on TV while he did a few things on his phone.
Shenanigans happened again, I made a comment about not having "play time" because we never have enough time and he said "well, I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere". At some point I said I was hungry, he asked what I wanted to do (I have food in but had no idea he was coming so hadn't really thought about feeding him) and by then it was eight forty five, so got something from the local shop. Came back, cooked, ate it, bed, more shenanigans, sleep. Asked him what time he needed to leave, he said about eight. He brought me tea in the morning and left about ten past nine.
Anyway - it does my fucking head in not knowing what the fuck is fucking going on! I thought he was coming round for an hour!
Then I had to feed him. He didn't bring an overnight bag, then stayed.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd he ecstatic if he never left, but I need some sort of bloody idea what is happening.
It's all very well him playing it by ear, or deciding on the fly or whatever the fuck he is doing, but it annoys me to death. Had I known he was staying I'd have sorted food out earlier and we could have had something nicer.
I'm going to have to have weirds, and probably apply some sanction (he likes that). /End rant
Meanwhile guy in walking group has asked me to a gig and dinner beforehand. Which I've agreed to. End Sept.