The countdown begins

Nothing too involving going on lately except match has decided to not forward any emails to me since my subscription was up. What does that mean? I'll have to pay to see if my dear ex emails me, I know I have two sitting in the box and I've been contemplating entering those lovely 16 digits of my check card into the system to see if it could be his response to me, but I've resisted. It says he has not been active in more than three weeks, which to me means that those emails are from the baffling idiots that continue to write.

I guess I'm not all in the mood for serial dating, especially when the response has been only weilding idiots who seem to not read the profile. Do I smoke? Yes. Do I drink? A tad bit more than I should. Do I own a cat? Two in fact. Do I have tattoos? Again, two in fact. So what makes the non-smoker, non-drinker, non-cat lover and don't mark your body dudes email me? Pure stupidity is my guess.

An update on guys by numbers, I finally put the pieces together. When the holiday party ended on Friday night #4 went missing from point A to point B (both located in the same restaurant I might add). He came up with an elaborate, too-much-to-drink story of how he and a friend had almost got arrested in the lobby of the hotel (the middle points between A and B). This sounded weird to me, but I sent him to the bar for a cocktail instead of insisting he fess up to the truth. Moments later, he had remarked that his ex-fiancee lived around the corner from the bar and I had noticed her number up on his phone. Call time coincided with his friend calling at point A and then re-calling at point B (she was sandwiched between). It was a good thing a couple co-workers were too shit faced to return to their places, that they slept on the hotel room floor because this dry spell is bound to come to an end soon. He tried, without merit, to get on me that night - but my intuition said no. Well done conscious, because as I'm reviewing the video footage from the after party, I realize that he left the building and returned smoking (none the less, one of MY) cigarettes. Now, I might be jumping the dock here, but I do believe there is a better chance he left to hook up with the ex in between A & B instead of the phoney arrested story. He has informed me that he was previously involved with still sleeping with her, so I don't believe this to be a long stretch. Not to mention that he is like me and, right in front of him, I called the teacher & the wonderful #3 who resumed conversation with me earlier in the week.

Perhaps I should just venture over to the local porn store and buy myself a new vibrator - as I feel like I'm running out of options. I no longer have interest in almost all my numbers and match doesn't seem to give me the fix it did a couple years ago. Instead, I'm just tired and incredibly horney with nothing to do but take care of matters myself. I was recently at the store and found a new line of vibrators that twitched every which way and of course, I could antee up and get the rabbit from my much loved sex and the city, but I do believe I would be like Charlotte and never venture out of my PJs or my bedroom.

I have decided to email the pictures to cutie in HC with a note that says if he likes them to meet me at my favorite stomping ground tomorrow between 6 and 730 for a beer and he can hit on me then. It just seems odd to say that we met on-line, when a better fabricated story could involve my favorite place with a beer special.

That would be it for now. Be safe and for godsake wrap it up :)