I’m not dating right now. It’s been less than a month since I broke up with my last guy. In the time since, there’s been Christmas, a conference, the start of a quarter, a crisis for one of my projects, lung problems, a stolen purse, etc.
I’m exhausted; the idea of putting a profile back up makes me want to hobble to my bed and stay there.
(Maybe if I stay there long enough, I’ll fall asleep for 100 years. If fairy tales are to be believed, the stranger who comes into my bedroom and starts touching me is a winner. Plus, they say you find your mate when you’re not looking. Not being conscious = not looking.)
So imagine my annoyance when a guy on FB started putting the moves on me, like it was a dating site (I had confirmed his friend request because, even though I didn’t recognize him, I thought I might have met him at a conference or something).
I told him I don’t chat with random people on FB. He said he thought FB was for making friends. I said some people might use it that way, but that I didn’t–that I use it to keep in contact with friends, family, and fans.
He then started talking about my pictures on FB and complimented me in what I consider a cheesy way (no, I’m obviously not the first woman made after Eve).
The next morning, he tried again. I reminded him that I don’t chat on FB.
He said he wanted to get to know me and then asked about the weather.
Then he said I didn’t need to be rude, after I told him I was working and didn’t have time to chat, especially about the weather.
I explained that I was merely being clear, and that I was frustrated that he continued to try to chat with me.
Then many, many messages came.
He is godly, you see.
A widower.
A lonely widower.
His spirit tells him I have a good heart.
He doesn’t understand why “all [I] give [him] is rejection.”
Rejection, of course, is all one should expect when approaching strangers, no matter what one hopes.
The doofuses know how to find you.