So, what the fuck, personal update!
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Nothing going on at all for me lady wise right now. I"m fucking around on PoF, but I"m losing interest in the site. It"s fucking near impossible to get responses from girls (I"d say 10-20%), whether using canned messages or original ones. And when you do, it"s like trying to talk with a wall most times. A couple girls I"ve chatted back and forth with for half a dozen messages, but then they go dark. Not really having much luck at all. I think that people who have commented on PoF"s free nature being as much of a negative as a positive are right. At least with paid sites you know the girls are serious about meeting someone. On PoF, not so much. Of course, I readily admit that my online "game" is probably not great, but fuck it"s kind of ridiculous.
Maybe it"s my imagination, but when I was fucking around on PoF back in January, it was a lot more productive.
I went camping with my friends a couple weeks ago, and met the girl that my bud"s girlfriend had been wanting to set me up with (and apparently she was in to anal). She was very mediocre looking. Face was maybe a 6 or 7, body was worse. She"s a hockey player and built like it. My bud when I asked if she was hot the previous week had demurred in front of his girlfriend (yeah, uh, she"s cute), and that alone was enough for me to know that there probably wasn"t much to get my hopes up about. I"ve never been one to fuck average chicks just for the sake of it, and I don"t see myself starting.
There was another girl on the trip, actually the trip was kind of her going away party. I was the first of my friends to show up (the rest were my bud"s GF"s friends), and I could tell right away that she was basically anyone"s for the taking. She was fairly cute and I"d have got on it, however a) another friend who"s pretty good with the ladies got there first and b) I ended up doing acid that night anyway. So we both won I guess.
The girl that I banged while in Japan (she"s from here) has also occasionally posted on my Facebook profile, and I would imagine I could hook up with her should I want to. She"s cute, but also 20 and not really what I"m after. Maybe she"d be up for some sport fucking, I don"t know, I"d rather not get back in to her pants and then realize I have a stage 5 clinger.
Anne wise, after the breakup I managed to be a good boy and not drunk dial, text or email her even once! We emailed back and forth a couple weeks back to make arrangements for her to get some festival tickets from me before she left town for a couple weeks, and last week I had her come by my place to pick them up. She had texted me asking if she could get them from me the next day, so I called her and asked what was up, that I was just picking them up from the festival office and if she wouldn"t mind, swinging by my place would be the easiest thing to do (the office was downtown, and it would have been a pain for me to try getting out of the downtown at that time). I could tell right away she was hesitant, but she agreed.
Timing wise it worked out well, I had just gotten home, gone up to my suite, grabbed a couple bags of garbage and my shopping bags and went back downstairs. As I walked out the back door, she was just pulling in. I walked over to the dumpster and tossed my shit in, and turned around to walk back to her car. She had just gotten out by then. I smiled and said hey, then we both looked down and saw that my shoe was untied. Before I knelt down I pulled out the ticket from my pocket and handed it to her, then tied my shoe lace. As I was doing that, she was pulling out her purse and fumbling around to get the money that the ticket was worth.
As I stood up I said "Hey, don"t worry about it, consider it an early bday present since you"ll be in Montreal for it." I then gave her a quick hug, and as I did that she was mumbling about not accepting it and wanting to pay for it. She didn"t really hug back, as it was quick and I don"t think she expected it. I cut her off, and said "I"m not going to take the money, so have a happy birthday, a good trip to Montreal, and enjoy the rest of the summer." I gave her a big smile, and turned around to walk down the alley to the grocery store down the street. About 30 feet away I turned around and gave her a wave and another smile, and she was just kind of standing there looking confused. Somehow I managed not to look back again.
When I got to the store though, I couldn"t resist any longer and sent her a text:
Me: If things ever change for you, don"t be shy or a stranger. Best of luck to you.
Her: Thank you very much. That was very kind of you. Maybe I can buy you a beer at the festival. If not, best of luck to you too.
And that"s been it since. It"s been about 5 weeks since we broke up officially, but realistically the relationship ended first or second week of June, if not earlier. I still think about her a lot, unfortunately. It was the first relationship I"ve been in where it didn"t start to feel like a chore to hang out with the other person after the first month or two, and it kind of opened my eyes as to why some people can"t exist without being in one. I"ve always been the opposite. I"m resigned to the fact that it"s over and done with, but part of me doesn"t want to admit at the same time. At this point I just want to move on. I think my best bet is to jump on the next reasonably attractive girl I come across, to catalyze the process, but as I"ve said that"s never really been my thing.