Utter Cluelessness

No, I don't have a CHoS today. Just revisiting an ongoing situation with a man who is so clueless, he has me baffled.

You guys remember the guy from -- when was it, months ago? A year ago? Longer? -- who contacted me, we emailed, we talked on the phone. I was considering meeting with him when he emailed me a dick pic and some unpleasantly harsh words. When I didn't respond, he wrote again, saying "I guess you're not ready for a man like me." He had that right. And I figured that was the end of it.

As you know, it wasn't. This guy still views my profile on Alt, on a regular basis. For a long time, it was every day. Now it's dwindled to about once a week. He had written to me twice more, months apart, asking if I was "ready yet." I never replied.

This week, he wrote to me again. I'd updated my photos a bit.

Glad you updated your pics.. are you ready for a good spank session text me

He'd attached another photo. This time, he's playing baseball, holding a bat and wearing a sleeveless jersey so I can see his sculpted arms. Is this supposed to impress me?

Once again, I didn't answer. But here's what I'd love to write to him:

Thanks for the new picture. Not to worry, I haven't forgotten how attractive you are. I also haven't forgotten that you refused to meet with me publicly, you sent me a picture of your cock when you knew I didn't want that, and you said you'd enjoy "brutalizing my ass." Riddle me this: If you're such a studly prize and God's gift to the ladies, why are you bothering with a woman who clearly wants nothing to do with you?

Really, it makes me shake my head, trying to clear the picture. It's both amusing and annoying. He thinks he's so effing handsome that I'll conveniently forget everything and melt when I see his picture? Good grief. I'm shallow, but I'm not stupid. :-)

Ah well. As always, men like this make me appreciate the good ones all the more.

And speaking of good men... Mine is caught up in an insane cycle at his job and has been putting in 12- to 15-hour days this week. And tonight, he has to pull an all-nighter, doing a pipe inspection. So, it's home for me tonight. He will come home in the morning, sleep a bit, and then he's supposed to meet with his aunt and cousin, as they're coming out from Long Beach to visit his mother. I will go meet with him for that. Yes, if you figured I'd really, really rather skip that, you guessed correctly. But I'll go, because it will make John happy. He's had a crap week; it won't kill me. And after that, he more than likely is heading back out to O.C. to work again.

You can imagine how worried I've been about him. Sleep deprivation and work stress/pressure is a combination primed for disaster. Especially with a man in his 50s with a bad heart. However, he has promised me over and over that he'll be OK, he'll take naps, he'll be careful. I can only keep my fingers crossed that he'll get through the weekend in one piece, and then next week he'll be able to take a couple of days off to rest.

So, unless something changes, I'm pretty much on my own this weekend, and no Mr. D on Monday, either. At least I have some work to do (yay!) and I can catch up on all the odds and ends of my To Do list.

Hey, maybe I'll text Mr. Studly and see if he's available. Kidding! I'm just KIDDING!! :-D

Have a great weekend, y'all.