There’s nothing I love more than being physically attracted to a man I come across online, reading his profile and learning we have stuff in common, and starting the flirty-banter-chat and to see what happens…
There’s nothing I hate more than starting flirty-banter-chat with a man I’m physically attracted, only to be met by conversation-killing one-liners.
SF: “Hi, glad we matched”
Me: “Hi, me too, how are you today?”
SF: “Good thanks. What are you looking for?”
Me: “Ideas for tonight’s dinner? It’s a dating site so I’m looking for someone to date, maybe have a relationship with if I like them.”
SF: “Just asking as I’m not looking for a hookup”
Me: “Oh, I’m not either. I’m a little more old fashioned than that”
SF: “Would you like to go for coffee?”
Me: “I would but first, tell me some more about you?”
SF: “I have an eight year old son, I don’t work because of an injury.”
Me: “I have no children, I do X for a living, what did you do before the injury?”
SF: “I was a transport manager”
With the exception of asking what I was looking for and whether or not I wanted to go for coffee, this man didn’t try to get to know me at all. He was willing to answer questions about himself. But despite being beautifully hot, a complete silver fox, I lost interest in the first few messages. The above isn’t the entire conversation but that’s pretty much how it all went. I’d ask questions, he’d answer them, and not ask any questions in return. How is that a conversation? This is a man who apparently wanted to get to know me more and take me for coffee and yet wasn’t forthcoming with any questions. In fact, the only time he learned anything about me at all was when I forced the information on him.
Hot or not, I’m bored now. Sorry.
In fact, I’m not even sorry.
It was the “I was a transport manager” line that got me. There is NO way to respond to that and if I’m honest, at this point, I didn’t want to. If you’re not interested, that’s fine. If you are, ask questions. A conversation is meant to flow. I’m not meant to sit there for ten minutes trying to think of inspiration for something to say. What was I meant to say? Oh cool? What’s a transport manager? How long are you out of work for?
What did I say?
“That’s a conversation-killing line…”
Why? Because I was bored of putting all the effort in. I was bored of coming up with the questions. I was bored of forcing my information on him. If you want to get to know me more, get to know me more. Ask me questions too. I want to know more about you and that’s why I ask weird and wonderful questions. You should want that too.
Either way, he blocked me. The silver fox was devoid of a personality and a sense of humour apparently. Sigh. He was a beautiful man though. It’s always the hot ones. Eye roll.