No me gusta Casanovas!

I had to update. I friended stunning musician guy on facebook. This was such an utterly bad idea. He contacted me tonight. Not via phone, although he is supposed to call me tomorrow. He is truly beautiful, and he very much knows it. It tips things out of my favor. As long as he knows he is stunning musician guy, I am disposable. I feel like I have to continually impress him. This does not go along with the fact that I’m looking for someone who I can feel like I can be myself with.

The conversation in general with him was two parts adorable and one part crass. He called me sexy. Uh, cringe. Yeah, that was another thing on that "just say no" list I wrote not too long ago. He didn’t read the blog obviously. Then he mentioned cuddling. He really should read this blog! I told him the conversation tomorrow has to be more impressive than the on-line one. He even started speaking to me in Spanish! If I hadn’t spent so much time in Mexico, I might have been completely charmed by this on-line Casanova tactic. He seems like someone that would be fun, and that I could really get along with. I am not the local groupie though. If he wants that, I’m sure he has a line down the block just waiting. He is super cute, but I’m a pretty amazing person who he should want to get to know. I want someone with depth who is compassionate. Even though he is, well you know, I refuse to be a moth to a flame. On a positive note though, he reads. He has the sarcasm thing going for him too.

Nothing too exciting has been sent through via the dating website. I had one guy who asked me which football team I was rooting for. None. Remember, avoid sports at all costs. Ok, not at all costs. I don’t want to get massive messages breaking down any specific game. I’ll have nothing to say. He can like sports, but if he wants a sports prodigy he is not looking in the right place. Someone else contacted me about musical theatre. One guy I contacted because he had some serious make-up on in his picture. I was intrigued! Turns out he dressed up as David Bowie for Halloween. I whole heartedly approve! He is a writer by profession. This one is a definite future possibility.

The worst message this weekend was from a guy who had apparently had a series of really bad dates through the dating website. This is not my problem. He wanted me to tell him how a date with me would be any better. How am I supposed to know? I don’t even know what went wrong with the date to start with. Most likely guy, it was you.

I think I scared producer guy off. He asked me quite bluntly what I was looking for in a relationship. I answered the question, and never heard a reply back. I added the response to my on-line profile so people know right away what it is I’m looking for. I’m not looking for childish games. I have standards. So here is the profile on what I’m looking for:

I like being around smart people, but I do not like show-offs. I like people who are generally optimistic. I always see the positive things in life, and I want to be around someone who sees things the same way. I find sarcasm to be a very attractive quality. I am interested in someone who will make me smile. I want to be able to be myself, and not feel like I have to be different in order to impress someone. I'm interested in a guy I can actually have conversations with, and not feel the need to fill awkward gaps. I'm interested in someone who is dedicated to what they do, and has an idea of what they want out of life.

I’ll update after I talk to stunning (and a little sleazy) musician guy tomorrow. I’m still a bit like Pavlov’s dog, but at the same time I am a bit queasy with disgust. I’m not expecting this to go well. Substance over beauty! (Note – I almost put “beauty over substance”. Slight slip on my part. I really do mean the former though!) Although, if he surprises me, I’ll be very, very, very happy!

-SJ