Right On

Last night I had one of those painful, roll my eyes, I can't wait for this conversation to end calls.

A dude I had given my number to gave me a "shout out" and the convo went something like this:

Dude: Hi. I'm sorry that I can't really talk but I didn't want you to think that I'm an ass so I'm calling but I'm on my way to the gym but I just don't have a lot of time.
Me: That's OK. You can call me over the weekend or another time if that works better.
Dude: Right on. It's just that I've been bombarded by girls recently. I just joined on Saturday and I feel obligated to talk to everyone. I'm not one of those post a shirtless pic kind of guys. I'm educated and a good person. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a boyscout but I'm also not an ass.
Me: Um....you contacted me.
Dude: Right on. Let me ask you a question....there's this woman who's 10 yrs older than me and has a kid. I told her that she can come to my open mic night and within one hour she has a sitter. Well, I decide not to go because I'm so tired. Do you think I owe her anything?
Me: Um...well, a phone call would be nice to let her know that you aren't going to make it but other than that it's her choice to book a babysitter. It's probably a disappointment to her but you guys haven't met so it's not like you owe her anything. Maybe she can plan a night out with her friends?
Dude: Right on. It's just that all these women keep writing to me. I really just want to get into my jacuzzi and have a soak because it's too much.
Me: So, listen....drive safe and when you have some time give me a call.....
Dude. Right on. Ciao.

Phone number will be screened from here on out.

Dating. Is. Tough. Online Dating. Is. Really. Tough.

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