I think the allure of Gumtree is starting to dissipate, whether there are to many guys out there who are more persistent, provocative, or just fucking interesting in their postings, or women that are just trying to get poor schmuks to sign up to websites, all the responding to posts which I've done, and the reposting of come get me ads has proven to be a very demoralising episode.
To round of this sorry chapter which surely needs to be closed, I get a text from a young lady saying I wrote her a very lovely message and whether I was still looking for good times. And she signs off her message with an Indian sounding name. I’m thinking to myself, well it could be any of a hundred fucking messages (slight exaggeration) but I guess if I responded to it, I must have been relatively interested (or horny more to the point). And of course I be loving the sub-continent women. I text back saying I’m around in Camden for the next couple of days, come and check me. Quick as a flash she’s like I’m got some class in Kings Cross, but I’ll phone you when I’ve done to see about a meet.
I say fair enough, knowing that if there is anything I’ve learned in the last little while, is don’t get your fucking hopes up. Yesterday evening, times a ticking away, 8:30 comes, 9:00 passes through, 9:30 says hello then fucks off. I’m thinking this is some fucking late class. Not so much pissed off by it, just thinking why say something if you aint gonna follow through with it. Maybe it’s a guy thing, I don’t know.
Now just as the last part of a programme I’m watching (Baby Bible Bashers by the way, nutty shit I thought) comes up, this babes calls me and says I’m just by Camden Lock come and say hello. In my mind I’m like what the fuck, I’m fucking cosy, I’m watching something that’s pretty interesting, and you want to say a quick hello. A greeting which may lead to getting my end away I can kind of get with, but just to see what we are like, nah, in for a penny in for a pound. But being the curious type I’m like fair fucking enuff. Put some clothes on then trot up there.
Get up to the lock, I don’t see this girl, so I call her, she says she’s in the bar, and that she’ll come out. I hear a voice calling me, don’t know where the fuck it’s coming from, it gets louder, I clock it’s behind me. It’s dark can’t make out the person, get closer, again what do I find myself with, a situation where I wonder what the fuck. Standing in front of me is a larger than average lady who is black. Of course I haven’t got a problem with the sisters, it’s just I was expecting some hot petite Indian chicky. On her part she was expecting someone with longer hair. Go figure.
I was dying to ask what the fuck did I put in this email, as I don’t have a fucking clue who this woman is. But in the delicate situation, she was a little standoffish if I was to be honest; I thought diplomacy is the better part of valour. We have a little bit of a convo, establish that we are pretty busy over the next couple, but there may be the chance of a hook up tonight. In saying that I was kind of thinking of going out with my boys again – I don’t know, the hassle of trying to get it on with a big chick just doesn’t sound that appealing. It’s just I’m so curious about what she said she wanted, and what she liked in the message I replied to. Maybe I was the only schmo that did. Decisions fucking decisions.