So, more or less, I have been corresponding via the interwebs with five different women. But really, I think we've narrowed down the current crop of okcupiders to two. One of them, who strikes me as refreshingly aggressive, went ahead and gave me her digits. So we talked on the phone the other night.
It was alright. I was not blown away, and it wasn't particularly fluid or easy conversation. However, it was my first time talking to someone I've never met, and there is the constant subtext of "this is someone I might want to get with."
Also, there was a strange moment where she asked me if I knew a certain person (I do). She asked me what I thought of this person (I said I was not that person's biggest fan). She told me it was a test. I asked if I passed. I did. We then agreed this person was kind of a douchebag.
No, don't get me wrong, I'm always happy to find new recruits in the "person x is a douchebag" army, but this seemed like a strange thing to bring up fifteen minutes into a conversation with someone you've only known virtually. On some level, I find this unsettling.
Clearly, we have to meet in person. (a) it's possible something could come of this, (b) it's possible it could go hilariously bad, which would be a gift to the blog, and (c) I am on a constant search for catharsis or closure. Either will do, really.
Sidebar: the other girl, I gave her my number, as we have a shared love of whiskey, and whiskey appreciation is definitely something I find attractive in a woman.
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