All About: Ms. Popular!

That's me.  I'm super popular.  Of the tens-of-thousands of men on internet dating sites in the greater Boston area, 3 want to go out with me.  Also, I got a sweet new haircut today, some snazzy new date clothes on Black Friday, and its looking like I don't have to work this weekend.  This girl is flyin' high.

Here are the lucky lads in my virtual, soon to be real, life:

1. Sherlock
2. Gamemaster
3. Chuckles: details to follow

My super fly haircut. 

I had a last-minute first date with Sherlock this past weekend.  Just as I was beginning to think that he was  blowing me off despite an impassioned speech about insincere end-of-date-promises-of-future-interaction, he messaged me today and asked questions which impressively demonstrated his listening and memory skills.  Who knew he retained at least some of my drunken ramblings?  While there was no invitation for a second date, his message clearly necessitates a response and further conversation.  If I were him, my next move would be asking what my weekend plans were and, given some availability, an invitation for a tasty meal.  But, I am not him, thankfully.  I don't know how I'd feel about dating myself.


Gamemaster asked me out over a week ago, but his schedule was so jam-packed with table-top gaming and LARPing (I had to think for a minute to remember that acronym) that we were unable to meet.  That's Live Action Role Playing for you jocks and hipsters (I had to Google to remember what it actually stood for.  I wonder if I'm a jock or a hipster?).  Anyway, we are now getting tapas in his neighborhood Monday after work.  I'm trying to decide if I should bring my 12 sided die or my [other super geeky thing].


Chuckles and I are going out Friday night in his neighborhood, exact locale to be decided.  I will post some charming details about Chuckles tomorrow.  As usual, I do not have high expectations of lasting love, but you never know.

Now, of all the weirdos that have messaged me, the most promising has not yet been mentioned in this illustrious blog.  Mind you, when I say "most promising," this is akin to saying I'm the most promising aspiring supermodel living on my street.  But hey, it's something.  This chap is super tall, and that alone increases his chances of being the father of my children.  He also is way into food and baking and comedy and any manner of things-Lauren-likes.  So, given the 11-24% likelihood that he's not a giant tool, it shouldn't surprise me that he hasn't messaged me in nearly 5 days.  I'm hoping this isn't going to be another Mr. A fiasco.  We have corresponded 4 or 5 times thus far, with no more than 3 intervening days between messages.  Furthermore, each reply which took 36 hours or more was accompanied by an emphatic apology for the delay, which implies that he finds 36 hours to be an inappropriately long response time.   Alas, my friends, I can not but wait.  And go out with loads of other gents in the meantime.

Love, Ms. Popular