I recently decided to visit a site I had not been to in years, I know many of you in Blogland are a part of this site. It was the most popular thing going in 1999 and 2000. This site was the shit until www.myspace.com came along. You shouldn't be wondering what it is, but I'll tell you anyway in case you are slow. The site is.... just joking the site is www.blackplanet.com. I was just sitting around the house on Sunday afternoon as was like I would love chat with someone other than the people I already know, hell I should say it I didn't want to talk to the men I already know. It's not like I don't know that they are full of shit and continue to play Russian Roulette with their dicks, slinging them all over the place. Hell the dating scene here is just plain scary! I went out with a guy I met and on our first date we wanted to go to a transexual cabaret, the kind were men dress up as Diana Ross, Patti LaBelle, hell there was even one who was dressed up as Gwen Stefani, and damn near did a better job at being her than she does. After we left the club he kept going on and on about what a great time he had and how he was having a hard time telling if they were men, for gosh sakes one had a five o'clock shadow and the other had to be at least 6'5.
But back on track... I decided to update my profile and then started surfing looking to see photos of men ages 30 thru 38. Not shorlty thereafter I updated my profile I received 7 emails and 45 logins to my page. I was surprised that most of these men posted pictures of themselves and most were very attractive, but I am a little leary about meeting someone over the internet. I have received all kinds of requests to forward a photo but not sure if I should, hell one of them could be a murderer or a stalker or a murderer looking to stalk or a stalker looking to murder. I came across one that I really wanted to meet, his profile listed him as an athlete and his photos showed that he had a hellified body, you know the kind that you would climb like a big accomplishment, like that of climbing Mount Everest. Beautiful teeth, 6'4, employed, single and a father (kids are ok, we'll see). Yes, I said we'll see since he forwarded me his number, I received it this morning but sat there all day and stared at it and kept going back to the photo and in a moment of insanity and lust (weakness of the flesh) decided to call.
So I called it, yes I called it, not sure if it was a mistake yet, we talked for a few minutes I asked my usual questions when I meet a man (usually in person) are you married? are you gay? ever been with a man sexually? ever thought about it? do you have any children? I know some people think that it harsh to ask so many direct questions but you have to ask that these days, fortunately he said no to the sexual orientation and marriage questions , but as we have already established he is a father, but I will know shortly. Yes, I said shortly, he seems to be a very smooth talker he subliminally told me to meet him tonight at a restaurant and I agreed, but I am so terrified. I told him I would be wearing one thing when I will probably wear something totally different. I did ask him what would make him meet a person he has never seen before, his response was "what have I got to loose" I never looked at it that way and somehow he convinced me of the same. I will see how it goes and if I will ever do this again, but let me leave you with this, when I asked did he have kids he said yes, "how many" I asked he said "six, and I love them all"" I almost dropped the phone.............
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