After the African Gold Mine marriage scam, (see my prior post, Snake Oil? ) I decided to just see what happened, and kept chatting, though more guarded.
One Saturday morning, I awoke about my regular time, ~5:30 AM and for kicks decided to see who had visited my profile overnight. A few guys, but no one who really grabbed my interest. I returned a few innocuous messages, "Hi, handsome!", deleted a few others, "you horny?", when a new one came through. It merely said "Handsome" but there was no profile picture to accompany it. Oh, lord, I thought. I checked the profile page: he lived in Chicago, 5'9", 180 lbs. with brown hair and eyes, and a goatee. Sounded dreamy, but with no profile pic, I was skeptical, and the distance was undesirable. Then I got the notification he was sending me a pic. I prayed it wasn't a dick pic. I waited for the picture to load, anticipation building. Which head would I see, big or little? Finally it materialized in front of me.
OMG. If I thought Scam Guy was hot, or at least the guy used in the fake profile pic was hot, this guy was even hotter. OMG. Where Scam Guy was very attractive in a clean, masculine preppy way, this new guy was hot in a rugged, masculine way. He was not naked in this typical bathroom mirror selfie, but in a tight yellow t-shirt, hugging a nicely toned chest and biceps, and blue jeans. The baseball cap on his head gave him maybe a bit of a country redneck look to him. But, still, OMG!
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| Not him, but close |
And I told him so.
We ended up chatting a total of over 6 hours that first day.
Three hours into this first chat that Saturday morning, he told me he had never chatted this long with any guy on the site before and he was enjoying himself. He did get a little flirty, commenting we were both sort of in bed together, how sexy that was and that he was in his briefs. But he needed to sign off the site and get his day going.
Me: Okay, I enjoyed our chat, let's have coffee in bed together sometime soon.
Him: I'd love to.
Me: I'd love to keep chatting to get to know more about you.
Two hours later, he replied: I'd like that too. And besides, thinking of you makes me all warm and fuzzy.
I actually think I blushed.
I actually think I blushed.
And we chatted again for a couple more hours, until he said he had to go and take a nap. One hour later he was messaging me again. It seems his dog woke him up! (Good dog!) And I still made him feel all warm and fuzzy. We chatted two more hours until I had to get ready for my evening date with Adam Lambert.
And we ended up chatting for almost nine hours the next day. We set up his iPad so we could chat there instead of on his work phone (he's not out at work) and not through the original site gets bogged down with all the guys looking for hookups, virtual or otherwise. And maybe eventually, FaceTime. I asked him what he did for fun and he replied "reading, building stuff, and painting."
Me: Do you paint buildings or pictures?
Him: Art.
Me. Damn, you just got sexier.
Him: Can you receive a text? (this was pre-iPad)
Me: Yes
A few seconds later I received a text bubble saying "My Rooster." I sincerely hoped he wasn't being coy and meaning something else. Soon the picture came through and it turned out to be a painting of a rooster. A real painting of a real rooster, not his own personal "rooster." A barnyard rooster.
He told me how much he enjoyed our chats, both when we got a little flirty and when we didn't:
Him: Damn, you are so hot!
Me: Thank you, so are you.
Him: I bet you're fun to cuddle with.
Me: Too bad we can't find out in real life.
Him: I know. Big spoon or little spoon?
Me: Either, depends on my mood.
Him: love that
Me: I'd also love to sit and just talk over coffee.
Him: Oh, I'd love that too. I just love chatting with you.
Me: I'm enjoying getting to know you.
Him: I'm yours in so many ways. (A phrase he'd repeat at least twice more) Are you seeing anyone?
Me: No one. Are you?
Him: No. No steady. Could I see a picture of your house?
I thought it was an odd, yet very different than what many men ask to see. And I obliged, as did he.
He later shared he was packing for a business trip and leaving the following day, Monday, followed by a pleasure trip. He made it clear he would be alone while on business but with a friend on the pleasure portion that weekend.
Me: Safe travels.
Him: Thanks. We'll chat next week after work.
Me: Sounds good. (I interpreted 'next week' to mean after this week when he was back in Chicago.
I was wrong. He messaged me Monday evening when he was in his hotel room.
Him: Hi, sexy.
Me: Hi, stud.
Him: Sweet talker. I wish you were here with me.
Me: I do, too.
And then Tuesday morning: Hi, sexy.
Me: Good morning, handsome.
Him: How long before you leave for work?
Me: A couple of hours, but I still have to jump in the shower and get dressed.
Him: Hot visual
Me: Oh?
Him: You all wet and soapy...(I have to admit, I'm not used to hearing this kind of talk from a man I think is extremely handsome and very sexy. But, I was indeed enjoying it...)
Me: And I'm picturing you that way too...
Him: Mmmmm
And he messaged me later in the afternoon, but sadly I had an engagement so we chatted again Wednesday morning. And later that evening...
I knew he was going on a pleasure trip with a friend following this business trip, so I didn't expect to hear from him. And only five days into whatever this was going to be, he didn't owe me any explanation.
I gave him what seemed like a reasonable time, two days, to get back home and into his routine when I messaged him:
Me: How was your trip?
Him: Hi, sexy. Great. Back home. How was your week?
Me: A bit exhausting, all my students wore me out.
Him: Oh, you could use a back rub!
Me: Mmm, yes. Or just a cuddle...
Him: Yes
Me: Feels good to be in your arms...
Him: The best
Me: Mmmmm
And there it ended...he never replied.
And I'll never know why, or what happened...
Though I have my suspicions...
Oh, well, moving along...
But, damn, he was hot!!
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