So close, yet so far
* Today I am mostly listening to: Sheryl Crow – Hard To Make A Stand *
So, the online dating has been going slightly better with the introduction of a new profile. Within days of said profile going live, I was contacted by not just one, but two new chicks. After a bit of online chatting with one (appropriate name still to be decided!), she asked for my phone number so we could text and get to know each better, but without sitting in front of a computer screen. So mobile numbers were exchanged, and no end of text messages were sent.
So, she asked me out on a date. Yah, you're no doubt thinking. And yes, that was how I felt. At first. So we met, and she is as lovely as she comes across in her online messages and texts. And you're no doubt sensing a but coming here... So here goes. But I saw her and just knew I didn't fancy her. I've made mention of it before on here , so it should come as no surprise that I'm on the larger side of life. I'm afraid to say that she was even larger than me. Which I hate to say made me not fancy her. I'm sorry, but I've said it now. So there you go. I hate myself and I'm nothing but a big shit head for not being able to get beyond the size issue.
My Obsession says it's good that I've given it a go and I can't expect to fancy every one. She assures me it's not wrong to have a preferred type. I just can't help but feel bad about it though. I'm doing what people do to me; they don't like me because of my size, but I'm just as bad, I'm doing the same thing to some one else.
So I'm posting a picture of Pink (she's got a new CD coming out, don't you know) in a bid to cheer myself up.
Pink said So What?
So, the online dating has been going slightly better with the introduction of a new profile. Within days of said profile going live, I was contacted by not just one, but two new chicks. After a bit of online chatting with one (appropriate name still to be decided!), she asked for my phone number so we could text and get to know each better, but without sitting in front of a computer screen. So mobile numbers were exchanged, and no end of text messages were sent.
So, she asked me out on a date. Yah, you're no doubt thinking. And yes, that was how I felt. At first. So we met, and she is as lovely as she comes across in her online messages and texts. And you're no doubt sensing a but coming here... So here goes. But I saw her and just knew I didn't fancy her. I've made mention of it before on here , so it should come as no surprise that I'm on the larger side of life. I'm afraid to say that she was even larger than me. Which I hate to say made me not fancy her. I'm sorry, but I've said it now. So there you go. I hate myself and I'm nothing but a big shit head for not being able to get beyond the size issue.
My Obsession says it's good that I've given it a go and I can't expect to fancy every one. She assures me it's not wrong to have a preferred type. I just can't help but feel bad about it though. I'm doing what people do to me; they don't like me because of my size, but I'm just as bad, I'm doing the same thing to some one else.
So I'm posting a picture of Pink (she's got a new CD coming out, don't you know) in a bid to cheer myself up.
Pink said So What?
