There’s something I don’t get. We’ve just been through this huge #Metoo campaign and unless you live on Mars, you have to know about it.
And I want to believe that men are starting to take note. They’re finding their way and rethinking what is and what isn’t acceptable re women, boundaries, dating and sex.
They might also be a little confused but hey, they’ll get it soon.
Or maybe they won’t. Ever.
I met this guy online. He was average looking but had a nice bio and I thought he was funny, witty and above all, honest.
We spoke a little and he seemed like someone who MIGHT be nice. I hate the whole back and forth thing that you sometimes go through with online dating so I cut to the chase.
I suggested coffee.
Sure, he replied, not this week as I have a ton of work etc, but let’s chat next week.
Cool. I left it at that. We had a few more conversations and I suggested coffee again.
Sure, he replied again.
And then I asked him what his surname was. He avoided the question, masterfully. And didn’t ask for mine.
I picked up that something was odd and thought ‘oh goodbye.’
And then last night out of the blue he sent me a message, using my surname.
My real surname. Not my Violet Online name.
He had done a great stalking job and I don’t know how.
The thing is, he didn’t need to stalk me. He could’ve just asked and I would’ve told him. But this message made me feel vaguely uncomfortable. Actually, it made me very uncomfortable. And maybe he didn’t mean to be a stalker, maybe he was being playful, maybe he didn’t mean to be scary but I’m also tired of the ‘he didn’t mean to.’
Either way, we won’t have coffee.
And maybe I’m being a little over sensitive.
Except I don’t care enough, I am no longer making excuses for men.
They need to get with the programme.
And stop their bullshit.