Fight with Fireman
Why is it the minute you start liking a guy or getting excited about them, they become a shadeball? I mean really, could you at least let me enjoy the possibility of you for one week before you show your true colors? Let me explain.
Last night, I was checking my messages on Plenty of Fish. I was getting quite excited about Fireman, and saw that I had a message from him (check out the end of yesterday’s post to learn more about Fireman). As I was reading said message (which was well written and funny), an instant message came through. From Fireman. I was game, and accepted the message.
We began to talk about random stuff, and it became clear to me that I was responsible for keeping the conversation going. I was going to have to suggest topics and provide pretty much all the comic relief in the conversation. That’s okay, I’m used to having that role, considering I’m quite the extrovert.
Unrelated, but at the same time, Raúl sent me an instant message. He began asking me why I think he’s such a jerk. Like he literally wanted to know why I thought he was the way he was (I considered just asking him to read the blog, but thought better of it). And he began to tell me that he realizes he acts selfishly at times, and it’s something he’s working on, and that he would like my friendship back. Do you hear that sound? That’s me getting sucked back in. But I digress.
Fireman and I are having an OK conversation. Nothing thrilling, but I definitely need to keep reminding myself of just how hot he is. Then the red flags start popping up everywhere:
- He called me babe. Repeatedly.
- He asked me if I have any more pictures. Guys, I have like five pictures on my profile. They make it very clear what I look like. Granted, I’m missing the half-naked in the bathroom mirror cell phone shot, so you can’t tell exactly what kind of body I have, but I think my pictures give a good sense of what I look like. I told Fireman to trust me: I look like I do in the pictures, and no I don’t plan on sending more at this time.
- He asked me to describe my body. And then noted he was not a perv, just curious. Seems to me that he’s a little intent on finding out about my body. Maybe this is normal? Here I thought we were having small chat, now I’m expected to explain to him my waist to hip to boob ratio?
- He called me babe again. I know I mentioned this already, but come on. I don’t even know you. People who have dated me for months cannot call me babe. It creeps me out.
After about 15 minutes of conversation, I became bored and slightly annoyed. I told him that I was heading to bed and it was nice chatting. He responded with:
“Goodnight, babe. Here’s my cell phone number if you want to text sometime.”
I was feeling slightly feisty and responded with:
“I will text you if you promise to stop calling me babe :). Sorry, just can’t stand pet names.”
At this point, Fireman got pissed. Cue an innocent IM message turning into an all-out argument. During the argument, Fireman proceeded to call me harsh and mouthy.
I haven’t been called mouthy since middle school. It was pretty funny.
He mentioned that I was also mouthy on my first message back to him several days ago (see toward the end of yesterday’s post). Which is particularly funny to me, because in his response to that message, he said that he admired my bluntness and enjoyed a challenge. Apparently he doesn’t enjoy a challenge THAT much, because I have clearly pissed this guy off.
I found this instant message fight wildly amusing. I mean seriously, who fights in online dating? Just me, I guess. I’m a bitch. But I’m loveable and most people get my humor. I told him I was sorry if I offended him, I was just being up front. I was trying to look out for him, every time he called me babe I got more and more annoyed, so instead of letting it get to me, why not just be honest?
The general conclusion at the end of our fight (aw, we had our first fight and we haven’t even met!) was that I should be nicer, and he should chill out. And if he chills out, I’ll be nicer. I know, crazy.
So here’s my question for you all: Should I continue to talk with Fireman? Remember, he’s hot. Haha. Besides that, part of me likes a challenge and I kind of like that he didn’t let me just walk all over him. But, I could have lived without being called mouthy. In both of our defense however, a lot of tone and intent can be lost when talking with someone on the Internet, so it’s possible this fight never would have happened if we were on the phone. Speaking of which, my gut tells me to not immediately meet this guy, but to move this to a phone conversation and see what happens. Besides the fight, the ongoing questions for pics and descriptions of my body weirded me out a bit.
Tell me in the comments what you think! Should I put the Year of Yes on hold for this one, or forge ahead? He’s hot, a challenge and will likely make a great story for the blog. He also could be a complete jerk who will text me asking for dirty pictures and call me mouthy on a regular basis. Oh, the decisions …