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 Yesterday i got a message from a man i dated very briefly last fall.  The one from Old Saybrook with the  house, boat, bike and sketchy job situation.  Very blond, which is not usually my thing but remember ....i'm trying to date differently.

He was a total flake and while i didn't think he was married it seemed like there was definitely something going on somewhere with someone.

Normally i would expect that, but he was another on insisting he was only talking to/seeing me.  I never said the same and i never asked it of him.  So that was strange too.

Anyhoo he sent me one of those "i'm thinking of you" texts.  Great.  Good for you.  What would you like me to do with that information?

The funny part is he sent it to my facebook because a few weeks ago i didn't respond to his text on my cell.

I wish guys would stop doing this to women.  We don't care.  You should have "been thinking" about us when you had your chance.  

Bye boy.

Also, i did it again.  I saw someone not on a dating site and reached out to say hello.  Have been chatting with him for a couple of days about music and life in general.  This guy.....was 500lbs over 20 years ago and had the bariatric surgery back when it wasn't so common.  He is BIG.  As in tall and big.  Its fun talking to him and he has been keeping up his end, i don't feel like he's recruiting a fan.  Because once again, i find myself gravitating towards a musician.  Not on purpose.  I guess i just enjoy the type.  So it's not a romantic connection but who knows.

Today, i feel like the more people i talk to and socialize with the more opportunity to meet a good man with a bad attitude.......lol   Gotta try.

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