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So this is so bonkers I feel the need to vent and write this out. I’m swinging between, “Why am I so desperate to date”, and angry and thinking it's hilarious. Here it is:
I’ve been talking to this dude on Grindr for a few days. He just moved into town. We switched to texting and I’ve been giving him suggestions on furniture and stores and stuff. Trying to be helpful, but yeah I’m attracted to the guy. Then, today.
I’m going on a walk to clear my head. Trying to date guys is exhausting. I just wanted to forage berries and hang out with my dog to clear my mind and feel like a human and not a bunch of numbers or a sexual object. He texts me that he needs help moving furniture. I’ve been working out at the gym, fuck yea, seems cute. Meet a guy for the first time and do him a favor, show him I’m willing to help out a stranger.
I get there, first to the wrong house cause he texted me the wrong address, I eventually drive up to the house and I get there. He and I make awkward hellos and I help him with a cabinet. His sister is there, they are moving in together, awkwardly say hi to her, and keep moving in. The place is understandably a mess, but the house they are renting is nice. Then as we go to the next furniture, another dude I vaguely recognize comes up to the door, shakes our hands, and says hi. Handsome.
I immediately figure out what is going on and stupidly ask, “So, how do you two know each other?” He responds, “Oh, well Grindr.” And I just blurt out, “I figured you might invite multiple dudes from Grindr over to help you move,” and he’s like, “Well, we’ve been talking longer than you and I have,”. Ok, cool. Dude 2 was nice, from a small town, just wanted to be helpful. He did know I was there, but I didn’t think he was coming. I got his number as we left, he has yet to text me back. I’m not holding my breath, I just wanted some sort of consolidation. We left after we wandered around listening to him and his sister talk about moving things.
I am still determining how many guys he invited if it was just us two, or what. I felt used. So an hour or two later I get a text, “thanks so much”, and I respond, “Hey so I appreciate being helpful but that was extremely awkward for me. I felt uncomfortable and taken advantage of. I’m cool still talking to you but feel the need to communicate that to you.” No response, and again, not holding my breath.
I feel the need to touch grass, but I do that for a living/hobby/all the time, so I don't think that's going to fix my guy troubles.
TL;DR I agree to help a stranger on the internet, I wasn't the only one that agreed to help him.
I’ve been talking to this dude on Grindr for a few days. He just moved into town. We switched to texting and I’ve been giving him suggestions on furniture and stores and stuff. Trying to be helpful, but yeah I’m attracted to the guy. Then, today.
I’m going on a walk to clear my head. Trying to date guys is exhausting. I just wanted to forage berries and hang out with my dog to clear my mind and feel like a human and not a bunch of numbers or a sexual object. He texts me that he needs help moving furniture. I’ve been working out at the gym, fuck yea, seems cute. Meet a guy for the first time and do him a favor, show him I’m willing to help out a stranger.
I get there, first to the wrong house cause he texted me the wrong address, I eventually drive up to the house and I get there. He and I make awkward hellos and I help him with a cabinet. His sister is there, they are moving in together, awkwardly say hi to her, and keep moving in. The place is understandably a mess, but the house they are renting is nice. Then as we go to the next furniture, another dude I vaguely recognize comes up to the door, shakes our hands, and says hi. Handsome.
I immediately figure out what is going on and stupidly ask, “So, how do you two know each other?” He responds, “Oh, well Grindr.” And I just blurt out, “I figured you might invite multiple dudes from Grindr over to help you move,” and he’s like, “Well, we’ve been talking longer than you and I have,”. Ok, cool. Dude 2 was nice, from a small town, just wanted to be helpful. He did know I was there, but I didn’t think he was coming. I got his number as we left, he has yet to text me back. I’m not holding my breath, I just wanted some sort of consolidation. We left after we wandered around listening to him and his sister talk about moving things.
I am still determining how many guys he invited if it was just us two, or what. I felt used. So an hour or two later I get a text, “thanks so much”, and I respond, “Hey so I appreciate being helpful but that was extremely awkward for me. I felt uncomfortable and taken advantage of. I’m cool still talking to you but feel the need to communicate that to you.” No response, and again, not holding my breath.
I feel the need to touch grass, but I do that for a living/hobby/all the time, so I don't think that's going to fix my guy troubles.
TL;DR I agree to help a stranger on the internet, I wasn't the only one that agreed to help him.
