nerve-y

so, i've been emailing with a couple of guys on nerve. one guy seemed really nice, but just bored me to tears. another guy got straight to the point and asked me to meet up for a drink. i appreciated his directness, and figured he must be smart because he knows i'll probably loose interest after a couple of emails. better make plans with me now. so we did. make plans. and he promptly broke them. never. view. again.

then i got an email from a guy who says he's a conceptual artist. kinda seems interesting from his profile. funny, charming, etc etc. he seems tall and robust from his photos and has his hair buzzed really short (to camouflage the receding hairline). one picture is a close up and he's got a beard and is wearing a big fur 'trapper' hat. anyway his email said:

"Subj: I don't have a bare chest in my photos (I'm pretty sure I possess one though)
Hi, thanks for the wink-back (your photos are very charming, by the way). I love your taste in movies. If you ever feel like meeting for cocktails and discussing, you know... "CINEMA," drop me a line."

nice, right? (the bare chest thing is a reference to my profile in which i say "if you are bare chested in any of your profile photos we probably aren't right for each other")

so I wrote back:

"hey, i appreciate that you didn't reveal your bare chest in your photos. you wouldn't believe the idiots who write to me. i'm intrigued by the fur hat you appear to be wearing in your photo. it's funny. you look like a post-punk-russian-eskimo. drinks and discussion would be fun! let's meet up sometime-jamie"

funny right? okay maybe not" anyway he must have not thought it was funny. he hasn't written me back. well, he's missing out, that's all i have to say about that.

also, i had to block two guys from winking or emailing. one kind of stalked me a year ago when i had a different profile name and picture. he's got a picture of his ripped, bare, waxed? chest in his profile. the other guy is 49 years old (and i think that's a lie) and lives in South River, NJ.

oh yikes.