I have returned with news of the world. The magically vanishing 26-year old girl has resurfaced. She waited until the end of the weekend before writing me back. I had honestly written her off, but apparently she hasn't given up yet.
She wrote me back and apologized for taking so long, then launched into a speech about how much she thinks about me and wants us to be together and blah, blah, blah. Here's what normal, intelligent people think at this point: Why is she so attached (supposedly) to me when we have not even seen each other? I have known this girl for maybe 2 or 3 weeks and she already wants to move in with me. How does that make sense in any way?
Now here's the predictable part.
In one of my letters I asked her exactly how much money we were talking about for me to 'fund' her coming up here to me. She just wrote me back. She says $500. To drive her car from New Jersey to New York. Yeah. Right. We will be working something else out. I think I am going to go see her in person. A Greyhound bus will cost me maybe $50, and I can get this whole mess straightened out. My way.
I am not stupid. I am betting that she will come up with some excuse to keep me from going down there. If not, then this might be on the level.
I think not, though.
Ross.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Hello, avid blog reader! This is one of the rare instances of my pouring my actual thoughts out onto the internet where I feel insulated enough to actually tell you what I really think. I don't think that any of my friends or acquaintances have any idea that this blog exists, so I am free to tell you what I think.
Trust me, I think a LOT.
I am a writer, philosopher, nerd, lonely person, and cat-lover. Those terms don't define me, but they do describe me. I live in a relatively unknown New York state city, am owned by a cadre of felines, and since you are joining this broadcast in the middle, I'll just tell you that I have an eventful life. I do not want one. I live alone and have virtually no family, so my life should be calm and boring.
It isn't.
I spent the last month trying to find a girlfriend and got way more than I planned for. I was looking for a younger woman (I am 53 and single, childless), when I got a message from a 26 year old girl from Maryland apparently who was mute and wanted to come up to my place and have lots of sex. I was suspicious.
At 18, I'd have gone to meet her.
At 35, I'd have paid to have her come here.
At 53, I have serious reservations.
No matter how you want to look at it, time changes us. Rather than running headlong into the maw of uncertainty and possible sex, I now think, 'well, what if she robs my shit while I am gone working or something?' I don't even know this girl. Sex works on young guys, and probably sometimes on older ones, too. We are mostly all 'dawgs', but some of us are of the 'learn from your mistakes' school. I am not a handsome man. I am not particularly ugly either, but there is no reason for a girl so pretty and young to pick me over about a thousand other better and younger men. It was a bit much.
My dilemma was this: I couldn't find a single thing wrong with her story or anything on the internet that would suggest that she wasn't on the level. She claimed that her ex-boyfriend was abusive and she is mute, so she left and went to live with her sister in Jersey this past month. I was apparently the first man to give her any attention on the dating website on which I found her. In the third email I got from her, she asked me to pay for her gas money (she called it 'funding her' which I found curious) so that she could come to my apartment to have sex (the letter also mentioned her insatiable sex drive) and get to know me better. She asked me to help her find a job here.
As I said. I am suspicious.
So I wrote her an email before I went to work Thursday night. More than 24 hours ago. I told her that I am highly intelligent and what did she mean by me 'funding' her coming to me? How much money are we talking about? She normally writes me back within 12 hours. It has been 35 hours now, and she has been quiet as a mouse. By my jaded mind she has either found another, younger and more naive guy to take advantage of. and I am just too much trouble to bother with. I am too smart. Too careful to be 'taken'.
Maybe I am just too smart for my own fucking good.
But I am still here. Still alive. Still pristine. Still not sure.
Still alone.
L8R
Sunwolf
Trust me, I think a LOT.
I am a writer, philosopher, nerd, lonely person, and cat-lover. Those terms don't define me, but they do describe me. I live in a relatively unknown New York state city, am owned by a cadre of felines, and since you are joining this broadcast in the middle, I'll just tell you that I have an eventful life. I do not want one. I live alone and have virtually no family, so my life should be calm and boring.
It isn't.
I spent the last month trying to find a girlfriend and got way more than I planned for. I was looking for a younger woman (I am 53 and single, childless), when I got a message from a 26 year old girl from Maryland apparently who was mute and wanted to come up to my place and have lots of sex. I was suspicious.
At 18, I'd have gone to meet her.
At 35, I'd have paid to have her come here.
At 53, I have serious reservations.
No matter how you want to look at it, time changes us. Rather than running headlong into the maw of uncertainty and possible sex, I now think, 'well, what if she robs my shit while I am gone working or something?' I don't even know this girl. Sex works on young guys, and probably sometimes on older ones, too. We are mostly all 'dawgs', but some of us are of the 'learn from your mistakes' school. I am not a handsome man. I am not particularly ugly either, but there is no reason for a girl so pretty and young to pick me over about a thousand other better and younger men. It was a bit much.
My dilemma was this: I couldn't find a single thing wrong with her story or anything on the internet that would suggest that she wasn't on the level. She claimed that her ex-boyfriend was abusive and she is mute, so she left and went to live with her sister in Jersey this past month. I was apparently the first man to give her any attention on the dating website on which I found her. In the third email I got from her, she asked me to pay for her gas money (she called it 'funding her' which I found curious) so that she could come to my apartment to have sex (the letter also mentioned her insatiable sex drive) and get to know me better. She asked me to help her find a job here.
As I said. I am suspicious.
So I wrote her an email before I went to work Thursday night. More than 24 hours ago. I told her that I am highly intelligent and what did she mean by me 'funding' her coming to me? How much money are we talking about? She normally writes me back within 12 hours. It has been 35 hours now, and she has been quiet as a mouse. By my jaded mind she has either found another, younger and more naive guy to take advantage of. and I am just too much trouble to bother with. I am too smart. Too careful to be 'taken'.
Maybe I am just too smart for my own fucking good.
But I am still here. Still alive. Still pristine. Still not sure.
Still alone.
L8R
Sunwolf
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