An Invitation I Can't Refuse...

Or can I? So, this guy who contacted me sure is setting the stage for an evening of mystery and intrigue. I can't help but think that his real bathroom looks nothing like this. I'm guessing there are fewer champagne glasses and more tapped out tubes of Preparation H. And replace those rose petals strewn about with dirty boxers. Fellas, amiright? Needless to say, unlike soap on a rope, I will be letting this one slip through my fingers.

Then, as if I could barely resist the bachelor above, I get a wink from this guy. He had about 20 pictures of himself including this gem:

Temptation? Is that you? In reality, this is what I did when I saw this picture:

• Brief glance at the ass.
• Rolled my eyes.
• Turned my attention to what was on the shower curtain. Are those tigers?
• More attention to the tigers on the shower curtain.
• Noted the hole in the jeans.
• Moved on. Well, print screen of this for the blog and THEN I moved on.

Oh, and last night I got an e-mail from someone who knew me in high school AND got one of my friends pregnant. Twice. He wants to get together. File that under: Happening -> Never.

I'm so glad to be taking a break from this for a while. Dating is exhaustive and, quite honestly, can be fairly depressing. If nothing else, discouraging. The pickins are slim and, at my ripe old age, the men come with a lot more baggage. And not just like a fanny pack. A complete set of Samsonite luggage. Not that I am implying I don't have my fair share of bullshit that I carry around. I'm just better at.. unpacking? Or so I think. (Just don't ask any of my exes because they are all liars.) Next!