Around midday I received a text from creepy skype guy simply stating “I guess you decided against this. bye.” YUP. Bye.
Then followed by that was a response to my earlier good morning text to Chinaman. He apologized for not answering or talking but he was with a client and would get back to me. I didn’t reply and instead waited for his eventual text which came about 4 hours later in the form of him asking me if I had eaten yet and if so, what was it? Hmmm. I lied, named something delicious, when I had actually had chile con carne from the cafeteria at work. Did I mention I burned my tongue? Shit sucked. I also had carrot cake WOMP WOMP WOMP.
Either way, we agreed on a Skype date later and after a struggle with Chicago Hotel internet, it finally came. He looks shockingly like my ex boyfriend just with more class and better clothing. We briefly chatted about everything, my cats being obnoxiously wild behind me, and I realized how easy it was with him. I put on a floral summer top to make it seem like I wore something besides work clothes, gym clothes, and PJs….even though I normally don’t unless I am sugaring, haha. He stated how cute it was and he couldn’t wait to see me in all sorts of dresses. Yeah, he thought it was a dress. Totes played it off. After such a nice Skype call and subsequent phone call when Skype died, I was really digging the idea of this being my BIG FISH SD.
Somehow though, I caught myself back online, frustrated that for the first time since I started, I had not received a single sugary message that day. Panic set in as I tried to decide if I needed to change my profile, pictures, my outlook? What was it?!
Then I just realized it was a Thursday. And that is my reasoning.
But…wait…why is my BIG FISH marked as ONLINE NOW? Was he not as entertained by me as he expressed, even setting up future skype times this weekend? Why would he need to be on there? I can’t decide if I am annoyed that I am annoyed or actually annoyed that he preaches exclusivity but is still keeping an eye out.
Fine. Two can play that game, Chinaman Big Fish-er.