Le Chef sent me a normal message and I responded. I actually gave him my number and then he screwed up. How, you ask? Well...
- He didn't call when he said he would.
- He asked for my number again because checking the message on the dating app was apparently too hard.
- Then he asked for the names of my grandparents. He thought since we are the same ethnic background, there would be a shot in hell that he would know grandparents who never lived in our state and who died decades ago. I told him that was creepy as hell and stopped responding to him.
Cue 3 months later, Le Chef has a new profile and messages me again. I respond for fun to see what happens. He asks for my number again and I give it to him. Then...
- Hooked on Phonics worked for him because he showed some grammar and syntax skills his dating site messages were lacking. Hallelujah!
- He asks to call me and does. I think I was in shock.
- Conversation is entertaining and he sounds normal. Can a girl get an Amen?
- Master's degree? Awesome.
- Successful career? Bonus.
- Traveled internationally? Too good to be true.
- We schedule a date for Saturday. Seriously, am I being punk'd?
Yep.
I texted him one morning and ended up having a conversation with a person who was supposedly his adult daughter. Why did I have a conversation? Morbid curiosity and because blog fodder can be hard to come by. Part of me still wanted to meet him. It would be a surprise to see who shows up - the 44 year old man he purports to be, the 21 year old daughter I supposedly spoke to, or maybe I'll meet a third personality! But in reality, that coffee date we made for Saturday?
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