After Dollar Store Dave, I took some time to research more about online dating. I decided I needed to define, to myself what I really wanted in a mate. Was I looking to settle down again so soon, or was I really looking for a friend. I had a lot of shame surrounding the sexting, and I decided to really keep that a secret, and not to do it again.
Sifting through emails from potentials, I came across a handsome, happy looking man. I sent an email. He replied. (That’s how it works, so easy for lazy people.)
He was really, really positive and almost too happy for my liking. I thought perhaps, it’s just that Dollar Store Dave was so dead inside compared to this guy. Or I could get quickly annoyed with happier than normal.
We texted each other all day. The banter was hilarious and heartfelt. I thought, wow, I have found a compatible, funny, witty man. Until, he started telling me how his happiness is all natural. Not like he only ingests sunshine or anything. But he was eluding to the fact that he was drug free. Fantastic. Who cares.
So, I said I enjoy my medication which relieves me from anxiety and depression, joking, not joking.
He then ranted ( I find the ranters) about prescription drugs and how he knows what he wants, and blah, blah, people who use prescription drugs are losers, blah blah.
So there was an end to a day of connecting because I use drugs. I was blown away by someone who so chooses to fart sunshine, but couldn’t respect people who needed help with that.