Worn Panties?

Attempting to re-enter the dating scene I find myself ungodly bored with all of it.  Sick of viewing pictures of the same stuck up, pretentious men.  Sick of reading the same bullshit lines about wanting a girl who ‘takes care of herself’.  Seriously, why don’t they just say ‘I’m looking for a fucking twig, no one else need apply’.  I’m sickened by the amount of men who stick to this gross idea of beauty.  But it is what it is, and frankly I don’t want a prick that thinks anything less than curvy is gorgeous!

I used to spend hours at the gym every night.  And do you know what I had time for with that lifestyle?  No one!  My life revolved around keeping those two hours set aside for the gym every night.  It’s fun.  But honestly when I live my life with a partner, I want my life to be about myself and my partner together. 

My ex and I used to go to the gym together.  And he’d watch t.v. and laugh.  Hang with his pals and show off.  Really, it was not any bit considered quality time. If anything it made me miss him more because our time was more spent apart in site of each other than together.

So, to all those assholes who feel the need to emphasize a girl’s ability to ‘take care of herself’ on their profile… all they are truly looking for is a girl with a high metabolism.  And all I can think is ‘good fucking luck’ because in the good ole’ U. S. of A. girls with hips are more in abundance.

To add to my boredom on the dating scene I recently ran into the sexiest situation I’ve endured in YEARS!!  Yes, my friends, years!  I posted some panties and a matching bra to sell online.  This stuff was new with tags and had zero sexuality added to the sales pitch.  I just wanted to make a few bucks off of something I will never wear.  Simply.

But I received a message back from someone asking what else I might have available.  I mentioned the numerous other pairs of panties I have, with tags.  They pushed further saying clearly I had some style and the natural curves to fill the panties I was selling, but wondered what used items I had.  Finding this rather curious, I acknowledged and offered some of the soon-to-be-tossed panties I have in the back of my drawer. 

He then admitted his gender… admitted his interest in these newly mentioned items… and the desire not only to purchase them but to have them freshly worn upon purchase.  I was totally skeeved out!  But given my current financial situation I bit the bullet and decided to play along. 

He mentioned a lap dance, getting closer, watching me remove these panties, etc.  Okay, ya’ll know I’m not a damn church choir girl here.  I’ve been naughty.  This shit is just about right up my alley, but I don’t know this dick from Adam.  I don’t know how old he is… what he REALLY wants to do to me… how far he is willing to go, etc. 

My mom points out the obvious… that this is a cop and I’m setting my ass up to get placed in jail.  Dually noted, but seriously, I was just trying to sell a brand new pair of unworn panties, I didn’t ask for any of this shit!! And I’d happily cry entrapment should it come down to it. 

We chat playfully back and forth.  As much as I’m becoming turned on by this entire idea, I’m also confused by his disinterest in texting me.  I’m thinking he has got to be married.  Fair enough, I think, as long as he doesn’t touch me… I can live with myself.  I avoid his every attempt to get closer or see a little more from me.  Following some due diligence.  I set up a safe exchange location.  I tell a coworker where I will be.  I even gave her his phone number should I disappear mid-exchange. I was ready for almost anything.  Except… that!!!

He was fucking gorgeous!  He met me with a glowing smile.  If I wasn’t already in heat from knowing what was going down his eyes added to it.  He was sweet as hell… kind, careful, and sexy.  It was a delicious encounter.  I had already set all the ground rules… he couldn’t touch me, and we absolutely would not be somewhere alone.   I’d all but screwed myself out of this charming encounter.  Damn me!!!

And just as satisfying were his thoughts of me.  How beautiful, smart, sexy, and fun.  Argh.  Damn intelligence, due diligence, and safety!!!  I wanted him, instantly!

We texted… all… day!  He had me… all that he wanted me, he could have me.  But suddenly he was smarter… he knew better and he wasn’t giving in.  He knew I’d fall like a sinker for him.  So I keep wondering… why can’t hot, curve-loving men like this one be on the damn dating sites?  Why do all these sexy 30 year old men think they are too damaged? Fuck that baby, I know damage and it is not anywhere near him. 

Suddenly the standard dating site is ten times more boring.  Blah!!!  Booooo-rrrr-iiinng asshole... they all are compared to Mr. Wants-My-Panties.  And since then he has been stuck in my head.  I just keep wishing I hadn’t been so safe.  I’m also looking further into this worn-panty selling business.  I joined a site.  We shall see how this goes.  Anyone have any advice, on either front?

And The Game Is On...

So, what's the deal with internet dating? I've spent all of my mature life - past the ripe age of 13 - online, hoping to run into just the right person. But is it really all that special?



If you look to the bars ... All we have is women and men mixing about intoxicated or on the way to be. People have to go with friends so you have competition and peer pressure. You don't have the little questionaires to fill out in the doorway, so honestly the little you might get to know, well... that's all on you to bring up.



There are the hookups and blind dates we make through friends. And honestly were you expecting them to look any better when they show up at the door looking like something out of a bad 80's film? You wonder, does you friend know you at all? How could they set you up with someone sooo fucking clueless.



So why then, does internet dating get such a bad rap? Maybe it is the hundreds of lame men dying to get into your panties after just one IM... come on girl, tell me you didn't know that shit was coming! Maybe it's the fact that we let our guard down, we think we are all here for the same thing. We all want to feel special, we all want to feel desired, we all long to feel loved, and at some point we are all looking to get our families started. But is that really what most of the guys on your dating site are looking for? I'm sorry, I just don't see that.



The dating world is such a mess. The whole experience tends to throw me off. I put my picture out there, fill out the questionaire, write a little story about why I think I am the one and who I'm looking for. So why am I only getting asswipes? I know that's what I come back to everytime. I'm just not interested in that game anymore. I've seen better and now that's the only thing I want.



The internet is where I found the man I lost my virginity to when I was 16 years old. We spent the next two plus years together. Until we finally crumbled from the substantial age difference between us. I was emotionally immature and 100% unprepared for the world he offered me. The internet is where I found my husband when I was 20 ... and well, he is my ex now.



So, why do I find them there? And why do I keep going back? Most the men seem to be playing a feirce game. I feel like I'm being wrangled in and often feel, towards the end, like I'm being drop-kicked to the curb. The whole experience of finding 'someone' feels dirty and cruel. I know I'm wishing for a better way. ... Maybe I can meet him in a dance club...