Him: How goes the ballroom dancing?
Me: It goes well. How goes the telling me whose number this is? :)
Me: Ah, I suspected. 8am on a Sunday? We need to work on your timing :)
Him: Sorry. Hungover?
Me: Haha, nope. It's just my last day to sleep in for five more days because of that dumb "real job".
Him: What's that? So no drinks and bad decisions soon? Lol
Me: It's super dumb is what it is! It's totally ruining my life - except for the being able to pay rent and buy stuff part. And haha, not so much!
Him: Boo. :(
Me to myself: Did he say boo because I said not so much in response to no drinks and bad decisions soon? Surely he isn't propositioning sex in our first text messaging session - on a Sunday morning.
Me to him: I think you're on the wrong site if that's what you're looking for. Or maybe you're on the right site, you just picked the wrong girl. Sorry.
No response.
Apparently, he was propositioning sex in our first text messaging session on a Sunday morning. Impressive. More impressive than his looks and height, that's for sure. He's the kind of average that doesn't go with that kind of audacity. And, come on, if you want me to surrender my vagina this early in the game, have some class and get me drunk first. Jeez.
Ladies out there on Match.com, watch out for BacktoCA12. He just wants to get laid. Unless, of course, you also just want to get laid. In which case, look up BacktoCA12. Be sure to tell him I sent you and I'm expecting a finder's fee.
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