I was told to start blogging again, because I’m boring. And, yeah, I am. There’s been a lot of shit going on that has kind of hit me like a ton of bricks. Blah blah blah.
I’m back. I’m blogging. Fuck the haters. And, I’m blogging about a guy. That guy. That Graphics Guy in my Zip Code.
So, um, 8 weeks ago, not that I’m counting, I was messaged at 10:28 am on my “work-related” dating site by a random guy. His line?
Good morning, pretty lady.
I’m a dork. A sucker. A girl. Sheesh.
I did my normal thing, we chatted about midgets and vomit, I grabbed his birthday info, casually (which he seemed to know right off the bat, much to my shock and delight), and entered in the numbers… GGmyZC is a double Scorpio with an Aries moon.
Dude. Let’s talk about non-committal sex. Hell yes. After my thoughts on a Muse, which is just a nice way of saying FWB, booty call, random companion with lots of hot monkey love, I was just ready to find someone to pass the time with in a total non-emotional way. This time, I was determined not to get sucked into the bullshit, and play the “I don’t care” card just as hard as everyone else. Chin up, tits out.
Yeah, so, after a few days and nights of pretty hot chat and getting to know each other, I orchestrated the great french fry caper. GGmyZC lives less than 10 minutes from me, and I had spent the day getting all pretty for my professional head shots. My photographer, during the shoot, asked me if I wanted a photo for a dating site. I declined, I wasn’t ready for anything serious like that. She had also said, when we were setting up the details for the shoot, that I should take advantage of how awesome I’d look and go out that night.
I mulled the possibilities over. I considered the risks involved in going to a virtual stranger’s house. I vlogged random shit and then I decided that I wanted fries. Fries that were conveniently located between my house and GGmyZC’s house. Fries that were such a total excuse to get out of the house and meet this guy that was… well… interesting.
This thing has taken on a life of its own….