Prospects aka Phoneless Joe Cont'd

Continued from Prospects

I thought that chapter was closed until about a month ago, when he sends me a message asking me to refresh his memory. I forget that HE doesn't have a name yet. We'll call him Phoneless Joe. Phoneless Joe doesn't seem to remember what the exact reason was that caused me to give up; was it our schedule differences? I told him that this was a factor, but the lack of a phone was insurmountable. 

Low and behold the next message contains.... Ta da... a phone number!! Somehow he managed to get a phone. Now, I'm not sure if he was broke or maybe just a non-conformist but that seems kinda fishy to me. Kinda Catfishy. So I dismissed that message. 

About a week ago, I get a message that says, "I'm sorry I dropped the ball on this one ;)" 

.....

I'll give him another chance. I'm a sucker, I know. Not now, because my hair needs servicing. Can't make the man beg and show up with a bird's nest on my head. Lol. But at least you might get another story to laugh at. I told him we could try again in a little while. He says, "That might be nice. You just let me know. You seem sweet." Awww... I mean, if he pays for the pizza, he's leaps and bounds ahead of the last guy I dated from an online site. Truthfully, if he shows up in something other than pajamas and holey socks, he's the best date I've had in years. If your wondering what date I'm referring to, click here.

First order of business, make an appointment at the hairdresser to remove me from my winter hibernation... at least partially. 

Prospects

A few months back, I received a message on POF from a reasonable prospect. He had excellent grammar and if you know me, you know I'm the biggest grammar whore.

Grammar Whore: One who resists the erosion of basic literacy by pointing out egregious spelling and grammar errors, both online and in meatspace. See also 'Grammar Nazi'

He used words like "perchance" in a normal sentence. After a few messages, he didn't seem too creepy, but alas it would seem that I'm destined to continue to give my friends nothing but things to laugh at.

Let's start with the biggest problem: He didn't have a phone!!

Who doesn't have a phone in what would have been 2012 at the time? Like, no cellphone, no house phone. How does one even live without a phone? I don't even remember how to use a payphone, nor do I know where I would even find one. Not to mention I think those things cost like 50 cents now a days.


He claims he phone broke and he just hasn't had a chance to replace it yet. OK, I was willing to overlook that as a phone can always be purchased. We arranged to meet up at a cafe downtown in a reputable neighborhood. A few days before the big date, he gives me his work phone number so that we can talk a little before we meet.

Second problem; he sounds like the biggest poindexter.

Poindexter: a person who is intelligent but socially inept;

The man sounded like there was a immense stick up his ass, but I was stilling willing to give him a try. Now, when the day came, we hadn't yet chosen a time to meet. I sent him a message on POF asking when he wanted to meet and he decided just then was a good time to go off on another tangent about my sleeping habits. In an attempt to get back to the point, I proposed a 6pm meeting time and I didn't get a response, so... I didn't leave my house. I'm sitting there hoping the poor man didn't assume that this was the confirmed time, but of course, I COULDN'T CALL HIM!! Somewhere up it 9pm he messaged me saying something about missing our "window of opportunity."

I think he really did go to the place and was waiting for me but didn't want to say so. I decided to put a fork in that chapter because it was done. Or so I thought...