Pet-names + Dating = Death...

Now, I know that when people get to the pet-name stage in their friendship or relationship its usually a good sign. Call me weird and bitter, but I despise most common pet names...

Let me provide examples:

BABE, BABES, BABY
When I get called 'babe' 'babes' 'baby' it makes my skin crawl. It reminds me of some seedy sexual predator that wants to get in my pants. "Come on babe, lets just do it..." Ergh. No thank-you. Also, my dad calls my baby... I don't want any guy that I'm prospectively going to be having sexual relations with to remind me of my dad AT ALL. My ex had a similar name as my dad, that was weird enough!

HONEY
Seriously? You're going to call me honey?! You're going to call me something that is gooey, sweet and goes well on bread? C'mon, you're not going to get laid like that.

POOKIE
If we're being completely honest, I have never been called this. But, one of my friends calls her boyfriend this... And, if I was that guy I would have run for the hills the first time the syllable "Poo" came out of her mouth.

But, the list goes on. Just now, I found a site that apparently gives you the perfect pet-name. So, in goes my name to this little generator and out comes:

Lovey Red Hot-Sweet Cheeks
Call me that if you have a death wish. 'Nuff said.

Now, I'm not all bitter and twisted, there are some exceptions to the otherwise definite hatred of pet-names rule. If a name has come from a personal experience or is personal to you then it is fine. Don't judge me, but I used to get called "Jellyfish" and I was fine with it, it was actually kinda cute. *Cue painful reminiscing of ex-boyfriend*

So, what brings on the discussion of pet-names. From the guy that I went on a date with last Friday comes the pet-name 'babes'. Please refer to the very first example for how I feel about that.

I'm grateful that he has used a pet-name, because it means that he must like me... But, in my world:
Pet-names + Dating = Death.

Quick Decision:
Will pretend that I never heard him call me 'babes' that way I will still be able to look him in the eye. If he calls me it again I will call him 'pookie' just to even the score (everyone's gotta hate that right?).

The day-after protocol...?

Last night I went on a date. Yes, that's right... I went on a date. It wasn't just any date either, it was a GOOD date.

Now, going on a date is all well and good. But, what I'm concerned about is what comes AFTER the date. What is the protocol for who calls who first? 


I guess I should at least explain a bit more about my date, so you can get a feel for my dilemma...

Well, we went to the movies and saw a nice little rom-com, he offered to pay for my ticket and for anything from the candy bar. Chivalrous, right? And, so we go straight up into the movie, no time for mucking around. Anyways, after the movie we went for a walk around and we got along GREAT. I'm not just saying the conversation kept flowing, I'm saying that we were joking, laughing AND actually talking. We went and got some ice-cream (because I have a definite soft-spot for ice-cream!) and we shared our cones. Which was sweet. Anyways, long story short, the date was definitely on my list of top-5 dates.

Which, then brings me to my dilemma... It is now Saturday morning (the morning after) and I am wondering who talks to who first? Do I text him and tell him I had a great night or do I wait for him to text to see if he's still interested? What am I meant to do?!

I don't want to text him straight away because then I might seem desperate...? But, what if he never texts/calls me?! I really want a second date with this guy, and I don't want to scare him off. ADVICE!?


Quick Decision:
Will wait to see if he has called or anything by tonight. If not, I will send him a nonchalant text along the lines of: "Thanks for last night. I had fun :)".

Online Dating and Truckers...

Ahh, being an avid user of the world wide interwebs it was only a matter of time before I fell into the trap that is 'online dating'.

Feeling melancholy, remembering all the good times with my ex, I decided that I needed something to keep my mind off him. (I had my phone in my hand, just about to hit the call button... That would have resulted in a very interesting/depressing story to tell.) Laying in bed playing around with my iPod Touch, I realised that there was an application on there called "Are You Interested?". Apparently I made a profile aeons ago, and had not remembered. I thought, for shits and giggles, I'd see if I had any people interested in me. Much to my shock, people were interested.

With the happiness that people were interested still lingering in my mind a guy by the name of "LebeR" decided to chat with me.  Now, instead of sticking with the general salutation of hello, hey, hi or even bonjour, he opened the conversation with:

"Lets fuck, baby" 


I'm not a prude, and I am quite partial to a good round of intercourse (lets be honest, who isn't...) but, this one line just struck a nerve with me. I got angry... Screenshots will demonstrate:

Note: To read the conversation, it starts at the bottom of each screenshot and goes up.

 Screenshot 1: The initiation of conversation.

Screenshot 2: Me starting to get annoyed.


















Screenshot 3: Him finally realising I'm annoyed.

















It was only after I had finally got him to stop talking that I looked at his profile... He was a 40-something year old trucker who looked very, very scary. If any of you have seen the movie RoadKill, you will know that truckers are definitely something to be scared of...

Quick Decision:
Will keep my profile in the hope of actually finding a nice guy. Will have to put up with the creep show that is: Online Dating.