So, The Really Beautiful Man (TRBM) and I have been text flirting for around 24 hours now… and I’m going to be honest with you: it’s not going well. Beautiful he might be, but interesting? Nowhere close.
I have had to start every conversation, pick every topic, and ask all the questions. I don’t think he has asked me a single one, aside from, “Oh, so you’ve always lived around here then?”
No, actually, but cheers for almost paying attention.
It’s like having a conversation with a brick wall. There’s no back n’ forth, no more flirting, no getting to know each other. I’ve asked questions about his family and music tastes, movie favourites, gigs, you name it. He has answered them. That’s it. No how about you? Nothing. Just… a whole load of talking about him.
I suppose it proves the point that you can be either beautiful or smart, because he’s definitely one and not the other. There’s barely a brain cell behind those beautiful eyes, and it is working in overdrive, trying to answer my questions coherently. What a massive disappointment.
“I can play the guitar,” he said at one point. “I’m in a band.”
I sighed… and groaned. My groupie days are already long behind me. I’ve done the guitarist, and the vocalist, and even a drummer. It’s not the kind of thing I’m interested in doing again.
“I can’t,” I replied, choosing to give him just as much conversation leeway as he’d given me.
My interest has already waned. It’s gone. Poof. Disappeared. I don’t even think I’m sexually attracted to him anymore. I mean, yes, I could still fuck him, but what on earth are we going to talk about afterwards? I’m not sure I can cope with guitar-slash-band pillow talk.
I’ve already started the ghosting process, but it’s mostly by accident. I just don’t run across the room to grab my phone for him now. That stage has gone already. There’s no conversation, and it’s not like he’s actively making an effort to get to know me.
The Really Beautiful Man is boring as shit, peeps. I suppose I should’ve seen that one coming.
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: That Time I Hid In An Alleyway.
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