Strangers with candy

Stranger=bad
Hot Stranger=hmmm....

I love men. So I'm back out there again, casting a line in the pool of internet dating. I had one picture up for 2 days. Nice enough picture, always witty and insightful profile. I decide to conduct an experiment. I put a photo up of me sleeping-not really sleeping, just a photo I took when I wondered what I looked like with my eyes closed. 30 seconds later, some 25 year old guy messages me. A hoot I tell you. He asked me to write his profile. Then he started flirting with me. I gave him a bit of a hard time. Too, too young. He's just a baby. My sister should be dating him. But if one is to believe what he told me, he just moved here from Cali (he gets the crappy timing award and the who the f moves from California to the east coast in the winter award). So he's bored and doesn't have any friends. Then some random guy from New York messages me. His profile is annoying and full of complaints about the behavior of other women on-line who 'don't really want a good man' so I told him distance was a deal breaker (it is). Still, I love how my little experiment returned immediate results. Men respond to the intimacy of that picture. The 25 year old asked me to tell him the craziest thing I had ever done. I told him that it was entertaining a conversation with him. He persisted. Then I told him it was taking fingerprints off a dead man. He was clearly looking for a sexy crazy so I had a lot of much fun messing with him. After dead men I told him I had flown a plane (true story). Then he asked for embarrassing and I told him about my dance with salmonella. I thought I had cooled his enthusiasm but he said he wanted to meet me. Ha. No f-ing way.

I often wish I didn't, but I do love men.