The other night I tried to line up a booty call.
But no one could play.
That is to say, everyone I contacted was so far away it was prohibitive.
I sent out a bunch of text messages.
Some of you may have gotten a text message from me.
You know who you are.
This was my attempt (and a poor one at that) to arrange a booty call for Saturday night.
This is par for the course with me.
Every time I think I’m going to cut loose and just enjoy myself something happens to throw a wrench in the works.
Now, more than ever I need to make LOCAL friends.
The kind that live 10 minutes from me, preferably.
I have one new friend in my town.
Sadly, he’s gone for the holidays and won’t be back until December 3rd.
I did go online and met another single man who lives in my area.
We are supposed to have a date tonight.
So we shall see how that develops.
Changing my profile pic on Tinder has certainly upped the ante when it comes to dates.
I’m starting to wonder if we aren’t all online looking for hookups and thinking maybe something will come of it, instead of everyone being online looking for a LTR and finding FWB instead.
This is my new approach to dating, and one that I think my photographer-friend heartily approves of.
Looking for a FWB and stumbling across a LTR by accident.
SMH (which by the way, means Shaking My Head and NOT SEX MIGHT HELP).