I see patterns everywhere. The most fun have been the patterns in my dating life amongst the men. It went like this.
I’d get a bunch of emails from good looking Latinos and then lots of sexy black men. There would be a sudden stream of 29 year olds then an influx of men in their 40’s. Within days of each other I got emails from two men who were police detectives. And then two men who surfed.
And I cannot tell you how many men who are in the movie industry in one way or another are on the online website. A few actors (yea… duh! we’re in Hollywood!) But also guys who build/design the sets, guys in the editing process in some way or guys in the location finding industry. So I had the extra fun of seeing Avatar with someone who’d worked on the movie. Which was really cool until you see the AMOUNT of people who worked on the film in the ending credits! WOW!
But the biggest pattern I’m finding is when I follow my instincts in this dating adventure. I am NOT choosing based on their pictures or their bragging or their hot bodies. I know pictures don’t often do justice to how a person looks. And when I click well with a man they get very sexy to me.
But now that I’ve just about met every man I was interested in meeting from the online service (no new ones now that I’ve closed the profile to incoming.. hallelujah!) I find myself choosing who I spend time with based a little on three things.. how well we click as friends, how well we click sexually and how much they desire me.
When I get an email that says.. “I’m sorry if I’m stalking you, but…” I think to myself.. STALK AWAY! “Keepers” are the ones who think of me often and want to do more than just play in the bedroom. Yes, lets go for a ride on your sports bike. Yes, lets go see that indy band playing at that club. Yes, lets go see an action flick. Yes, lets try paintball or go bowling. Yes, lets watch our favorite comedy shows together.
Hmm, sounds like I want to be a girlfriend, you say? Ahhh, but I don’t. I want to be a fun companion who happens to be a girl. A girl you get to be intimate with. Girlfriends come with baggage (do you love me?) and expectations (where is this relationship going?) and I don’t want to walk that road or be that girl. (Although I will admit I’d love to meet & hang with a man and his friends, but I think that’s because I want to make them envious of him. Digest THAT Freud!)
‘Cause I like men. I enjoy their company and I’m often more myself around them. I love flirting with them and indulging my desire to connect to another person through touch. Let’s face it… as much as my girlfriends love me and we hug each other, none of them are going to let me caress them! And men like it when I shock them with my attitude and stories, where women tend to judge me more because they don’t think like I do.