Models
There's been a few of these, almost always they are capitalizing on looks that have long since disappeared, Model #1, a swinging Christian, photo and weight about 10 years out of date. A lot can happen in 10 years, say nothing...
The second, former Model and Mormon, photo 20 years out of date, unrecognizable in her current shape. Absolutely batshit crazy, most of the psychologists I've dated have been, dated meaning coffee, beer, it's curious the dissociation between their personal and professional lives, "Heal Thyself" springs to mind, and there begins the worry...what is it about me that so attracts them...?
Model #3, photo 20 years out of date, over drinks she thanks me for not walking out on her, other dates have spotted her and told her they can't do this, just left her at the bar, I'm trapped now, don't want to be another one of "those guys", its a cruel world.
The internet is a lonely place. If there's a moral to the story, it's never date anyone who tells you they were a model.
This internet dating, it's becoming a journey of self discovery, I had never considered myself shallow before, am trying not to be, but in the olden days I would discover people that interested and attracted me, date them and discover - for better or worse, what we had in common. Over the internet, on the basis of a few commonalities we try to discover attraction, it puts the cart before the horse...
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XO - 042 - Je t'aime tellement, pour un temps
Great discovery, a new (to me) series of podcasts. With Valentines coming, start here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrDK_z4HsEY, for more podcasts that look equally promising try Keith Courage's website, the XO series so far is proving very satisfactory.
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The Transmigration of Souls
While perusing the vintage photos at the flea market I find this:
Which is good, not least because it bears a striking resemblance to a certain dishwasher (ELMO). I gave it to him, he professed not to see the resemblance, everyone else did, and I held it up as proof of the transmigration of souls, that this was Elmo in another life, probably killed in the Austian/Prussian war, and asked if he remembered anything, anything at all, and like all good conversations at work it's ended before it begins by the need to get back to work...
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The Telltale Clump
Following Mole Mole (with an invisible accent over the e) there was the Telltale clump...
Lavalife again, I had my profile up on both the relationship and the intimate encounters side. **sigh**. It'd been a while, and I've never discriminated against anyone because they've slept with me.
I received messages from her...on both sides of the profile, the dating/relationship, the intimate encounters.
She was bright, interesting, but something about the photo...zoomed in a little too close on the face...
We agree to meet in Higher Ground.
I get the premium seats, next to the fireplace, North side so I can't see the stairwell, can't see what's coming...
And I wait.
It's awkward, this waiting, and as I'm waiting I'm reading a book and noticing all the single women around me, doubtless also waiting for their internet dates, attractive women, women I'd be dating if I knew them in social circles, but I'm working in IT at the moment and the computer is my life...
I'm sitting there, sipping my coffee, and I hear it on the stairs.
"Clump........Clump..."
I hear it, and I look around to see if the other women, the attractive women, not my dates, hear it, they hear it too...
"Clump........Clump..."
And I realize, with that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, that that clump, the Telltale Clump, it's coming for me...
"Clump........Clump..."
It makes the top of the stairs, sees me, we hug, to any outside observer it's an obvious first internet date. And I hate it, because I know that everyone is observing, we're an odd couple, she, easily 250 pounds, me, well, as always, lean and spare - "Jack Spratt would eat no fat..."
We talk, of politics and history and mutual interests, walk through Kensington, I give her a ride home in the Daytona, have to help her into the car with her cast and all, plus she can barely fit, a couple of pushes on the door and I get her in.
She invites me up, and it's been nice, but it's not going to happen. I make my excuses and escape...
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