I don’t know what turned me off more: the naked picture he sent me or the fact that he’s poor.

It’s crazy what a difference a few days makes. On Sunday I was feeling positive about H. Now I want nothing to do with him.

On Sunday night, almost immediately after I wrote that blog post, H texted me.

H: How was your night?

Yes! My “plan” worked! I’m back on his radar, and he’s expressing an interest beyond hooking up!

Silly me.

We texted for about half an hour, talking about our day and how we had spent our weekends. Then he said:

H: I was hot earlier. Too bad you were far. πŸ˜‰
H: If you know what I mean.

If I know what he means? I’m not an idiot, of course I know what he means. Damn, why’d he have to take it there? Sigh…oh well, I guess I better put him back in the hook up category.

Me: You should have waited.
H: Trust me I was tempted. But there were things I had to do before 5.
H: :-/

So wait, not only is he only looking for a hook up, but he was going to get to my house at 4 and leave at 5?! WTF!

Me: Too bad.
H: I know. You should visit me.
H (literally 3 minutes later): Is that a no?

I told him I had been beating egg whites for meringue cookies. We talked about the cookies a bit, and the conversation ended with me telling him I’d email him the recipe the next day.

Why do I have such poor instincts? In hindsight I realize that I should have let it die there. But for some reason – boredom, horniness – I decided to email him the cookie recipe. After saying “thank you” and “how’s your day?”, he repeated that I should come visit him. I told him I couldn’t, that he should come visit me. He said he couldn’t, and I asked him why not?

I couldn’t believe his response:

H: I have some things to do and I spent a lot of money this weekend and to get to you is expensive.

I was SOOO turned off by this. For him to get to my house and then back home costs about $20 plus gas. I’m not worth that? Way to make me feel special. Even if he’s broke, there was NO NEED to tell me that – he could have just stopped at “I have some things to do.” And what, he doesn’t want to spend the money to come see me, but he has no problem with me spending my money to go to him?Β  Cheap bastard! And I’m sorry, but by the time you’re 32 you need to have your shit at least somewhat together, and if he can’t even afford $20 to come see me then I do NOT need to be wasting my time with him. I can see it now: he comes over, but then we can’t go out or go to the movies because he spent all his money on gas and tolls! Boy please…you can put that where? Back there. (I recommend you watch the whole clip, but if you don’t want to, skip ahead to 3:40.)

Anyway. The conversation went on a little bit after that but eventually trailed into nothing. I had no intention of ever speaking to him again.

But that’s not the end of the story.

On Tuesday night I went to a work party, and I looked fabulous in a few pictures that were posted to Facebook. He “liked” one of them, so on Wednesday I had a feeling I’d be hearing from him. And I was right.

H: Heyyy

Again, I shouldn’t have responded. I don’t know why I did. Time for some deep self examination, I think.

Me (3 hours later): Hey how’s it going?
H: Good…Wasssupp
Me: Not much…tired as hell…you?
H: What were you up to? I’m here watching tv. πŸ™‚
Me: Late night, early morning AND I forced myself to go to the gym after work today. Ready to pass out.
H: Nice. You have Skype?

When he asked me if I had Skype I KNEW exactly where the conversation was heading. But I was unable to stop it.

Me: No
H: You should. πŸ˜‰ It can be fun. It’s free too. πŸ˜‰

YOU CHEAP BASTARD! Hahaha.

Me: I mean, I signed up for it, but I don’t have video capability on my phone or laptop.
H: Oh Dammm..I wanted to make up for not going over there πŸ˜‰

Really? And how, exactly, were you going to do that? By jerking off on Skype while I watched? Yeah, that would REALLY make it up to me.

Me: Oh lord. I can only imagine what that would entail.
H: πŸ˜‰
H: Send me some recognition. πŸ™‚
Me: I don’t know what that means

Obviously I knew he wanted me to send him some pics, even though I still don’t know what the hell “recognition” means.

H: You’re a smart woman. πŸ˜‰ Hmmm lol
H (10 minutes later): Nothing?
Me: Haha I really don’t know what you meant.
H: I wanna see what I want πŸ˜‰
Me: You’ve already seen it.
H: Well I don’t know when I’m gonna see it again. I’m a little horny also πŸ˜‰
H: Maybe I can help

I looked at my phone and it says “image downloading.” Of course I knew what was coming: it was a picture of his dick. To be fair, it was an impressive picture. But the whole thing was so, I don’t know, abrupt, out of the blue, without any regard for whether I had any interest whatsoever in seeing it, that all I could think about was ending the conversation…and writing this blog post!

Me: Lol you’re too much. No I’m not sending you any pics! But thanks for the one you just sent, that will keep me entertained later.

Not just me, but also my readers! Haha.

H: Damn I can’t get one?
H: SMH
Me: Nope
Me: Lol
H: You’re playing that game huh
H: πŸ˜›
Me: I don’t play games.
H: So why not? You want me to go over there?

Um, no I don’t, not anymore!

Me: I’m just not into the pic thing. For myself.
H: Why not? You hot.
Me: And, I’M not horny right now! Just tired.
Me: Thank you.
H: Is it your conscience?
Me: No. Maybe. I don’t know!

Just so you know, readers, it isn’t my “conscience.” I’m not opposed to sexting or to sending naughty pictures. Just not with him.

H: Try it. Get out of your comfort zone.
Me: Haha calm down, it’s not gonna happen :-p
H: lol
H: :-p I’m calm.
H: So what are your plans for the next few days?
Me: Not positive, I think dinner on Friday, going out on Saturday. You?
H: Nothing much as of yet. You should come down here.

I never responded. I’m not sure why I engaged him in that conversation at all. At any point I could have just not responded, and that would have been the end of it. But it’s like I have this weird need to keep things cool and not let things end on bad terms. So I just smile and nod and hope it will be over soon, and maybe even still hope that it can still work out positively. It never does though.

In any case, I am definitely done with H.

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About notchangingmyname

I'm a thirty-something, about-to-be-divorced, former blogger trying to navigate single life.
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16 Responses to I don’t know what turned me off more: the naked picture he sent me or the fact that he’s poor.

  1. Jueseppi B. says:

    I am soooooooooooooooo thrilled to not be dating from the 2012 dating pool. Good luck with this.

  2. jamierboyle says:

    This is completely entertaining! What a sick horny perv. Maybe he should learn to handle himself alone rather than sexting out of the blue.

  3. asianbadass says:

    The last time you wrote about H, I somehow had a feeling that if you didn’t meet up with him soon, that the junk photo was inevitable. Especially when he kept asking for your pics before. Ugh. I banish these idiots to the furthest corner of Chat Roulette. Oh and also being too cheap to come see you…what an ass. I’m nearly broke, and I still own a damn EZ Pass. Hell, to date a beautiful woman, I’d hobo-pack it down the NJ Transit line.

    • Actually, it was J who kept asking me for the pictures, and I also think that a junk photo was inevitable. Ugh what is up with me and these creepers!?

      lol @ “hobo-pack it” πŸ™‚

  4. Tony Bird says:

    I really love these text-dialogue posts. It’s like a new form of media, telling a story with Texts From Last Night.

  5. silly_G says:

    Lol make it up to you by Skype. Seriously!
    ….And nothing I hate more than the surprise cock picture. Even if I like the cock, I really don’t want it popping up on my phone uninvited during random conversations.

  6. emarie24 says:

    How horrible! I hate it when guys can only talk about meeting up! Or when they make stupid sexual comments that are just so ridiculous (like the ones about the muffins before). Come on! Like, man up and stop being after just sex! He’s a dick. I’d have blocked him. And a picture of his penis? Never called for unless you’ve seen it in person.

  7. Honey, Honey, you’re playing this all wrong. Invite him over. No, really…do. I think he deserves a nice dinner, don’t you?
    Is Ex-Lax still on the market? I ask, because years ago I had a friend who really liked a guy, but their, umm…’relationship’ veered off in the same direction as yours has, and she basically became his ‘go-to’ girl without offering up much of anything else. He was famous for calling her up, making plans to stop by for a bite to eat and booty call, before joining his friends out on the town. It left her feeling like shit, but she really liked him. I told her she should do something special for him then, and we prepared him a wonderful dinner. Nothing too extravagant, with chocolate pudding as dessert. I guarantee you that him, and his buddy that he rudely brought with him to dinner at her house that night, thought about her all evening long. I told her to melt the chocolate Ex Lax squares into the pudding, but didn’t know she was going to use the whole box! Ha..ha.. Oh, yeah…they had the shits and their evening at the bar that night ended abruptly due to circumstances beyond their control. ha..ha.. Okay, so the booty call’s ended, but she regained her dignity.
    Invite him over for dinner…….

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