ruminations on men (because that's what this blog is about right?)

Some dude from my online dating past keeps emailing me. I just had to go look him up on MySpace. That's how long it's been since we last IM'd, and I know I never met him. If I met him, I would have a clearer memory of him. I remembered the name though which makes me think that I did IM or maybe spoke to him on the phone? Anyway, I doubt that I was interested if I have this little recall. My memory is shot due to old age and some medication I'm on that makes me completely looptastic, but all I really remember is his avatar picture on MySpace.

I'm just rationalizing now.

I don't remember him or don't remember well.

But this email the guy sent had a wealth of detail that a dear friend would be interested in. In it, he wrote something to the effect of, "I'm sending this because I was wondering what ____ (my name redacted) is doing."

Now I seem to get emails and text messages and IMs like this quite a bit. I know I'm awesome and all (I'm really not unless you have slept with me and then I'm legendary), but what does propel these men to send these missives? Is it hope, desperation, or just idiocy that makes a man think, "Let me email her and see if she's a.) single b.) still interested in me c.) remembers me d.) has been pining away for me all this time".

If my scalded heart were younger, I bet I would answer every single one sent to me. Alas, I'm not dealing with anything relating to men these days unless your name is Peeta Mellark and your strong arms smell of dill and/or cinnamon and you would do anything to protect me from death in the arena.

*cough* I digress.

I only really wanted one email from one person (whether I knew I wanted it from him or not), and he wrote it to me on Facebook a few years ago. I couldn't answer that one either because he's married and has kids, but it was enough to read it. Maybe that's why they write them. They know that it can provide closure or inspire a lost-all-hope heart.

Nah, they just want to get laid.

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