TWO Nebraska dudes=duds

The time/date stamp on here isn't working.  This post old news from February.  Sorry.  Nothing new here.

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What?  A date with a normal guy who's cute?

Say it's not so.

Or say that's me talking into an old, defunct, 1940's bakealight phone set outside an abandoned mine.  Yup, that's about right.

So I finally heard back from the Nebraska Dude who took me out the first weekend after Thanksgiving; he was the dude who brought me flowers, took me to a very high end restaurant, held my hand, was a total gentleman and told me he really liked me, then proceeded to completely disappear until after New Year's, then make plans to take me out, then disappeared again.

Only to find that when I texted him a week ago, that he'd found a girlfriend after all.

Easy come.  Easy go.  At least he had the class to wish me luck and call me "a real sweetheart."  3-stars.

Last Friday, I was supposed to go out with another nerd from Nebraska, but after talking to me only 30 min. on the phone, texted me early Friday morning, that he didn't think we had anything in common, (aka, doesn't want to spend the money on dinner.)  I mean, really?  That equates a cheapskate, so I'm glad he bailed early enough for me to make other happy hour arrangements.

Now, there's another ner, I mean, potential local guy who's texting me.  He also has his masters like me, is creative, but oddly has "smokes occasionally" box checked on his website.  What do I know?  Here, in this forever-stuck-in-1985 city, nothing passe shocks me.  I suspect this one has some Tom Foolery, so I'll keep you posted.

Passion, Another Bold Move on My Part

Now let me tell you about Big D, for Donny Story.

At my other job at the gym, I've been crushing on this biker boy who's so scalding hot, that I can't think straight when he comes in to work out.  He looks like Chad Kroger from Nickleback.

So anyways, I'm too tongue-tied around him to get many conversations going.  But I see him looking at me, and he told me he liked my hair a couple weeks ago so there might be some interest down the line.

So the other day I saw a poster advertising a motorcycle show downtown and suddenly it came to me.  He possibly might be there.  Manifest.  Make it happen.  Believe.  DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The day came, and I hopped on my bicycle and headed down the bike path towards the Civic Center where it was being held.  Lo and behold I run right into D on the bike path, apparently to let his dogs out of his jeep for a walk.  And was I smooth or what.

Me: Heeey, just the man I wanted to see. (slowing my bicycle to stop and as smooth as The Fonz)
D: Oh yeah?  (looking pleased and totally surprised)
Me: I figured you'd be at the bike show.
D: How'd you know I have a bike?
Me: (smiles)
D: I actually have a bike entered!  It's right when you walk in.  I got a big display.
Me: See you there (and I take off on my bicycle without giving him  a second to think)

When I get there, I roam around looking at motorcycles.  I see him outta the corner of my eye looking around for me.  I take my sweet time going over there.  When I get there, he's got a school teacher lady-friend (he's a 4th grade teacher/biker) there who must have told him she'd come to visit him at the bike show.

He talks about his ride, then asks me and this other chick if we want to cruise around and look at the other bikes.  We do, but at one point his friend is talking to him about something, but the whole time Donny is looking at me like he's not even listening.  You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.  She splits.  And then I hang out another hour with Donny, then I take a bold move.

Right before I tell him that I'm going to leave, I say, "I'd love for you to take me riding.  Let me give you my number."  He says "Sure!"

Then, later on that night he texts me: "Hey, Natalie, this is Donny.  Just sayin hi."  I truly felt I'd died and gone to heaven.

We texted a little back and forth, and I said I would stop by the bike show the next day when they gave out the awards.

The next day, his bike took best of show!  I felt like his old lady, and that was pretty hot.  Then he says, "Stick around and help me tear down my display and I'll give ya a ride."  Did he have to ask twice?  Hell no.  We went for a ride and the whole time, I rested my rack against his back, heh, heh.  Then once the ride was over and I was home, I sent him a flirty text, and he flirted right back.

Now it's been two weeks, and it's nothing but crickets.  He texted me twice but only about the gym hours=lame.

Either he's busy or playing hard-to-get or isn't interested any more.  Haven't seen him at the gym since March 7th.  WTF?

Meh.  It doesn't even matter.  I'm so proud of how cool and smoothster I was.

Plus, there's a new cute dude on the horizon who's the best kisser on the planet.  Two dates in.  Dead Serious.  Let the good times roll and the games begin.  All I'm gonna hint at is never-say-never, folks.  Never say never.

UPDATE: It never went anywhere, but it was sure fun.

The clouds parted then God showed the world the universe.

Yup.   Kiddies, I've had some good dates lately.  Stop and sit down.  TT know that there is hope.

This one dude asked me out via online and he's a retired colonel.  Yup, since I've had a brush with felons these days, I researched him.  Everything was legit.  He wasn't hot, but he was cute and nice.

Big sigh of relief.

And, I forgot to tell you about Big Al who is the liquor store guy I've been flirting with for months and has nothing at all to do with online dating.  He kinda reminds me of John Goodman when he played "Dan" on "Rosanne," in a good way, a good old boy who knows how to dress and wear his hair yet still be down to earth.  A biker but with a brain and a heart of gold

See, it works sometimes!  Al even accepted my Facebook request tonight.

Things CAN WORK dating-wise, when you are older or if you are young and online dating, my kiddies, but you must be PATIENT and willing to wait YEARS.  That's the shitty part that no one want to hear.  That you might wait years and years, but it DOES happen.

There's so much more I'd like to share, but I'm not jinxing it. 

P.O.F.? Plenty of Felons

I used to think Alaska was the last great frontier for finding dudes.  Until I found a blog about dating in Alaska.  The blogger said, "There's plenty of pickin's, but the pickin's are odd."

BUT the pickin's in South Dakota aren't just odd. 

Dooders said this about Plenty of Fish, "Dude, it's Plenty of Felons."  No doubt. 



More later.

Phone Psycho Guy

Well, it certainly has NOT been a ghost town this year regarding my dating life.

Anything but.

Let me tell you about Phone Psycho Guy.

Firstly, I should have learned my lesson last summer from Indifferent Guy, in that, if I'm not attracted to a guy, then I should NOT let him pursue me.

But I'm sometimes slow to learn.  And I have this stupid theory that an average-looking guy is going to be nicer than a cute guy.  Not true.

Anyway, I let this average-guy, Monty, start texting me, with the stupidly hopeful notion, that he might somehow over time, get cuter and fun.

Didn't happen.

In fact, he texted me too much, to the point where I started blowing him off.

Until, I got this snarky text, "What are you doing this weekend?  I suppose you're busy."

Which I was.  And I didn't like that tone, so I replied something to the effect that I was indeed "busy."

He in turn said that I must be a "homo-guy"or a ""sick chick with issues"" because I always take too long to text him back, and probably didn't even want to meet him.

Uh, yeah, duh.  And are you effing kidding me--you're calling me a dude?  I texted him that I wished people wouldn't hide behind electronics.which led to him calling me on my cell.

And proceeding to YELL at me.  Why?  He was yelling/demanding why am I even on a dating-website if I never want to meet anyone or be bothered to text back promptly.  Hey, great way to impress!

Hello?  Yelling at me.  I let him yell about 10 seconds more while I sat there in shock.  Then I promptly said, "Monty, I'm afraid you're too combative for my taste--take care (which always means fuck you)," then I hung up on him.

Amazing.  I wonder if him and Felon Guy are roommates?  LOL.  Stay tuned.

Bullshitter and Valentine's

Banana bread that I made yesterday and was going to give to my possible new, potential and lovely boyfriend.

Because I was THAT sure we were an item.

Let me explain.  Our first date was right out of a romance novel.  He was tall, cute, well-mannered and charming.  Smart, he invented one of the first radial "airplane" motorcycles.  Popular.  All over Google.  In fact, if you're nosy, you can easily find him on Google.

Anyway, our first date lasted 8 hours, and it was wonderful.  He asked permission to hold my hand.  Texted each other all week long.  He called our first date "amazing," and asked me out last Saturday.

We went on a romantic walk around a lake, two vineyards and dinner.  It was one of the best dates of my life, and he thought the same.

Then, as we were preparing for Valentine's, I get this text:

"Natalie, I got to be honest.  I heard from an old girl friend that I haven't seen in 5 years.  And it's messing with my head today."  I replied that I would bow out if he wanted to see her, and I got this response:

"Don't want to date her but maybe think I shouldn't date at all for a bit if that makes sense?"

I sadly replied that I understood.

Then late last night I get this confusing text obviously meant for someone else:

"I do :)"

I texted him this morning, that his text was obviously meant for someone else.  And I've heard nothing in response.  NOTHING.   Crickets.

Nice.  Why.  Do.  I. Try.  This guy seemed really nice, honest, into me, and genuine.  I wish I could turn this post into something humorous, but I just can't right now.

I haven't even told you about the Phone Psycho Guy or the dude I'm meeting tomorrow for happy hour.  That should at least be funny.

Staying positive.  I simply must, and thank you, Universe, for spinning this sad one right out of my life before I got hurt.

Stay tuned.

Almost Date--with a Felon!

Cheers!

This new year 2015 is taking no lip.  In fact, I had to tell a would-be date I had planned on all week long to shove off.

He looked so GOOD on paper.  Owned a successful HVAC business in California, still has a hobby ranch there.  Came out here to retire, built a gorgeous 6 bedroom, 3 bath, recording studio, 2 fireplace, home up on the cliffs overlooking town out by Chapel Lake, financial security!  A baby grand piano, a concert level pianist.  We had lots in common, and couldn't wait to meet.

Until, a little voice in me decided to Google his name.

What shows up?  The U.S. District Attourney's Office--District of South Dakota.  Charges from two years ago, probation.  Selling weed with a 357 Smith and Wesson with the serial number scratched off.  To me anyway, there is a big difference between a hippie smoking the occasional joint, and someone running around Sons of Anarchy-style, toting around a big weapon with the numbers off, armed and SELLING weed.  That's no Ben and Jerry's happy-laid-back-hippie who's only offense is eating all the Pringles in one sitting.

Then there's another charge, but for some reason I can't get the article, but it reads like this, "_________, Tina Marie harboring a fugitive . . . child pornography . . . pleaded innocent . . ."

WTF.  And the MOST important article, and I can't get it to open!?  Well, it does open, but it takes me to an exhaustive list of crimes committed in the state for the ENTIRE year.  I DO feel like researching it, but will have to on someone else's faster computer.

So, I realize I MUST BOW out of this date.  As in immediately.  I know myself too well, that if he were charming and good looking enough in person, it'd be harder to follow my gut.  Still, I could have asked for the story on the actual date, been all judicial and simply straight up asked him to explain himself, but how would that have gone?

"Wow, this pizza is really good!" he'd say.
"Yeah it is (awkward silence) so I got a neat idea for a game, let's Google our names and see what comes up.  You first!"

So I texted him.

"Hi Troy.  I'm gonna have to pass today.  I put your name into Google, and it freaked me out with some charges against you in court (?).  I'm a pretty law-abiding person.  And I wish you all good luck.  I don't want any trouble.  Hope you understand."

I get this text:

"That's fine.  I was in possession of a firearm with an altered serial number.  I had inherited it from my father's estate.  He aquired it from a loan he'd given to one of his mechanics.  Bad luck.  I've never been in trouble with the law before.  Oh well.  Can't say I appreciate being scrutinized that way anyways.  You could have just asked.  I would've told you anyways.  So be it."

I texted: "I was only trying to send you a 'friend request' on Facebook.  That's how all that showed up in Google.  Have you ever Googled your name?  It shows all government records.  It shows what is out there about you."

And the great last text I got?  His famous, noble last words?

"Whatever."

Whatever?  Can you believe it?  How come no story about the selling weed with a gun?  How come no story to explain the other horrific charge?

How about blaming it all on me?  Let me guess this straight.  Women are just supposed to willy-nilly just believe everything a stranger says without doing some leg work?

This is one great thing about the internet.  Sigh.

What ironically led me to do this search on him was yet another internet guy I've met.  This one CLAIMS to be a retired Canadian Mountie Special Forces retired agent.  CLAIMS.  Anyway, it was him who told me to be this cautious with this cat to begin with.  So, for that, I'm grateful.

Stay tuned.  There's more men lurking in the internet shadows.
Faithfully,
The Detective Dater