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...
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