What is love?

I'm getting messages from this guy on Tinder. I offered him to grab a drink and this is what I get:

Me: Wanna grab a drink this week?
Him: Well it's different if you want to have a drink with me
Him: And I wit [sic] to have a life with you
Him: Our intentions emotions, testosterone and adrenaline rushes are different
Me: Yeah, yours are prolly overflooding all of Tinder right now
Him: :/
Him: I am sorry you [are] not feeling it

OK. This is crazy. Here's something nice to watch for you tonight:

Unresponsiveness

I've made a couple of dozen matches on Tinder. However, all of them want some sort of action happening on my side. One guy kept saying "I'm still trying to firgure my schedule out to meet. Such a busy week!" WTF?! I mean, if you're down to dating, you're down to dating. Fuck off, flakers! That's what I'm saying...

Mood: puzzled and frustrated.

Real Estate and Tinder

While we're planning some real estate non-sense deal with my parents, I'm trying out Tinder. Apartments by Dolores Park go for $5000 and up? Isn't that crazy? Look at this:

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/apa/4130028918.html

So, Tinder... They are way more cuter guys out there than OkC. Maybe that speaks to the fact that you cannot create elaborately stupid profiles talking how "I am in love with this city. Taking every minute to explore what this great city has to offer. Have I mentioned I live in SF"? No matter what the underlying cause is, the guys are cuter.

I have a possible date tomorrow with some dude who's still figuring his schedule out. He's "new in town." And I'm just going to call him that. Other than that, everyone's being lazy and relying on someone else to strike up the conversation, though the number of matches is definitely greater than OkC. We'll see where this goes.

Angry

I'm angry. On the upside, my semi-depressive mood has slowly segued into an action-prompting anger. However,

• I'm angry at people who act like assholes.
• I'm angry at the lack of sincerity in our daily communication.
• I'm angry at those who put their interest ahead of others at all times. 
• I'm angry because my thoughts are scattered like a broken stained glass.
• I'm angry because I've made some really poor decisions.
• I'm angry that I've listened to poor advices (see above).
• I'm angry because I beg to differ and I know better.

This year is finally coming to an end in two months and I can't wait for it to happen. I want to start with a clean slate, with an organized schedule and with someone new. Someone who will surprise me. And I want smiles. I want a cornucopia of smiles with a warm and cozy atmosphere to drown in, some invigorating sensation in the air. That's what I want. I want fireworks. 

Rescheduling nightmare

So, I was hoping to get a date this week just to mellow things out and see what other crazy nuts are out there. However, my crazy nuts seem to fall into some weird rescheduling mania. Maybe they're really too busy to spend an hour of their time on a drink, or just flakers in denial.

One guy, though, was quite grateful for my straight-forwardness and fast-paced move:

Initiative? Huh!

Meanwhile I'm planning a slow move to SF from Oakville, I'm getting this from Mr. Theatre almost a week after our "first date":

I think my friend was right in terms of the overwhelming abundance of socially awkward people on-line. I mean, if you're interested, c'mon, go and invite me somewhere? Huh?! If not, spice the chit-chat up! My BFF always tells me that if we resort to texting as the ultimate way of communication, we should at least make it entertaining. But mundane questions get mundane answers. There's really nothing else hindered here.

I got to thinking about my last awkward dating/co-habitational experience. What I am seeking right now is an emotional connection and I'm clearly not getting any. This is depressing.

On the upside, I have a date tomorrow at my favorite place in SF. I do hope it turns out to be something viable to segue into a second date.

That's a good one

Ok. Here's the thing. Being late for an hour? Not a good start! Getting drunk for an hour, a tolerable way to deal with circumstances. I sent him a text that I was leaving and his thirty minutes were up. However, he told me he'd get there in 10 minutes asking if I wanted to go to another place. Are you serious?! You're fucking an hour late and you want me to go somewhere else? No comments.

Setting tardiness aside, he actually turned out to be pretty cute. Too many mannerisms, though. We had a good dozen of laughs and stories to tell each other which is a good thing avoiding an awkward silence. Then, this:

Well... I don't see any eagerness. Is this a blow off or he's just being real? I'm not going to text him anything. That's just rude and I mean it.

Stop texting me, freak!

It's October already and I haven't properly reported on the recent gems I've stumbled upon in the online dating world.

Let's start with an obnoxious Mr. Jackpot. His texts sounded like he was interviewing me for an executive corporate position. Eventually, it led to asking "how can you afford living by yourself and traveling the world working part-time?" which lead me to telling him to stop financially profiling me and consequently blocking his sorry ass from ever texting/calling me again. Bye, freak!

Number two was christened Mr. Nurse. Some pretty self-loathing dude from Alabama who was on rotation in the-middle-of-no-where town in Arizona who came off as a pretty chill guy with little to somewhat insight into being nice and not overly awkward. Unfortunately, things started to unravel into the darker side pretty fast. Firstly, he asked if I had any friends he could fuck. Secondly, he started pixting me with his half-butt-naked photos: such a turn-on! Seriously? Where did all the romance and ingenuity go? To spice up the picture, he's still in AZ and I'm not sure if he's ever coming back to SF or even he actually lives here. Such a troll. Mr. Nurse, I'm sorry, but you are disposed of in a hazardous materials bin.

Number three and... Yes, I got drunk on a date but that was my only way out! A guy with a Ph.D. in Romance languages. Mr. Portuñol. Sounds promising, right? He kept me at bay for a couple of weeks or so before we could actually meet in person. I picked a great spot by Lake Merritt and we had decided on having Irish coffee prior to the date. I was enthused... not for long. After exhausting all possible things to talk about starting from his work to what kind of horror movies he liked, I was done. Literally, there was no initiative and no more than one-worded responses from him to my desperate attempts to burn up the conversation. I kept on drinking till I was ready to be carried out of the bar.

Finally, number four is Mr. Theater We have a date set up for tomorrow and I'm quite excited about that one. Not a lot of pre-date texting which is a good sign. He was initiative enough to suggest a few good spots to meet up in downtown SF, so I'm thinking there's definitely something to look forward to. Although, rescheduling two times in a row? Well, third time's the charm! Or, I'm simply being naïve.