So I met that guy from FetLife and meh, I dunno. He was cute and reasonably personable but I don’t really know that we clicked. In the past, I’ve been able to turn this meh feeling around sometimes; shared experiences can give people more things to talk about, and indeed this guy and I did agree that we’d be up for going to kink workshops and whatnot together. Maybe our somewhat stilted conversation was due to nervousness. Maybe if we did a few workshops and things together, he’d loosen up and we’d have more fun together. But on the other hand I wonder sometimes whether it’s ridiculous to try to hard – like mashing together two puzzle pieces that aren’t meant to fit.
Tangent: I’ve seen women online who are such size queens that they won’t even meet a dude from online unless he sends them a picture of his cock first to verify size. They’ll be like “Don’t even bother writing to me unless you’re eight inches or above.” I’ve been analyzing what I find attractive in a man and have concluded that if I were going to be as openly picky and cynical as these size queens, my catchphrase would likely be “don’t even bother writing to me unless you have a strong jawline and long, elegant, but still masculine hands.” Those seem to be the biggest attractors for me these days. Well, that and having a physique that tapers at the waist (I’m not exclusively attracted to really really skinny dudes anymore – a guy can be broad/thick/etc. and still catch my attention – but I still want his shoulders to be his largest point).
Today’s guy was iffy on all three points. Really great lips, though.
Well, we’ll see what happens.