I promised more dating stories, so here’s the next. I him The Pussy because after 3 missed phone calls, he made up that I wasn’t interested even though we had emailed a few times and texted once. He had no spine. The one phone call where we did speak was rather short because he had something to do. I let him know he could call me later, which he never did. He wanted to call me back in 10 minutes after picking up some tickets and while driving. And there was that one text: “Hi” that I got instead of a phone call. This was apparently supposed to cause me to swoon and immediately text back. Needless to say, I didn’t.

He wasn’t the first spineless guy during my recent foray into dating. But he did make me wonder where all the real men are.

The worst part of this string of oddities is that it takes weeks to weed through dozens upon dozens of emails to find even one who is worth responding to. Then only a few of those make it to phone calls. None of the phone calls so far have gone any further.

I got it into my crazy head to attempt dating…again. I had been spending my time doing things I like to do rather than dating until a month or so ago. Since then I have “met” some interesting characters. I have yet to meet any in person for various reasons that you will learn as I describe them.

The latest I call The Interrogator. He seemed interesting enough to talk to on the phone. However, the phone call was a barrage of questions delivered like bullets from an automatic weapon. I think I got to ask two questions. I wasn’t opposed to meeting in person. I cannot tell that much by phone calls, and I was willing to make the effort. He asked about meeting, but my lukewarm response must have turned him off because I haven’t heard from him since. It has been 6 days. I wasn’t available this weekend, hence my reluctance. Although after thinking more about the call, I think the real reluctance comes from how the conversation went.

I have met some odd ones recently that has left me asking where the real men are.