Once again, one of my posts got overwritten. I thought I knew how to prevent that but apparently not.
Basically, I was ranting about FetLife dude, who responded to the face pic I sent by saying
I was a little afraid to look at that pic but glad I did. While I am still generally not a fan of hairstyles such as that, you do have a nice face (and the glasses help!). Some girls can still pull off shorter hair styles in my mind, and apparently you are one of em 🙂
Well gosh, I feel so lucky that he’s willing to settle. And yay, he likes glasses! I was up all night worrying that my face and glasses might not meet his approval but no, apparently they almost compensate for my tragic lack of hair. Awesome.
But seriously, why is he talking to me like he’s a pageant judge and I’m Miss Arkansas? I didn’t ask him for a detailed breakdown of whether or not I meet his stringent standards of bangability; I simply said “here’s what I look like; if you’re interested then let’s meet.”
This is what I mean when I say that guys are “entitled.” This dude has made a point of mentioning his love of long hair over and over again like he expects me to somehow spontaneously grow some just to please him. Dude…you know what I look like. Either take it or don’t.
He’s not as thin and hairless as I usually like, btw, but I damn sure didn’t message him going “Hey, let’s be FWB. Your pics are pretty cute…you’re like a solid 7.5…you’d be a 9 if you waxed your chest and lost ten pounds, but 7.5 isn’t bad. How about it?” …I didn’t say those things because they imply that he exists solely for my attraction and amusement and that if he wants to appeal to me (which every guy on earth obviously does because I am so fucking important) he should scurry to change all the things I mentioned. It also comes off as kind of insulting and makes it clear that I’d be doing him a favour by fucking him because he’s only a 7.5.
Oh, also, this guy sent me a digital collage of famous women he finds attractive. It was that important to him to educate me on his mighty, mighty aesthetic needs. WTF am I supposed to do with that information? Say to myself “Yup, I sure as hell don’t look like any of these women…now I know exactly how much he’s settling with me”? Run out and get extensive cosmetic surgery so I can conform to his fantasies? I CAN’T EVEN.
So I wrote to him and bailed. I gave him the courtesy of briefly explaining why, because I suspect his bullshit might be a bit of Asperger’s-related social ineptitude rather than actual chauvinist piggery. He took it well, and said he hopes we can at least keep talking online as friends.