I had matched with a woman the first week of my vacation and asked her if she wanted to move to text.

It’s so convenient (and also safe) now with a Burner number and a VPN.

She had some problems with her phone, her daughters were visiting and they were taking beach time, and then she finally texted me.

It was a nice introduction. Then, at night, I was reading, my phone gave me a notification, and she said that she’d sent me a picture which hadn’t gone through earlier and that she was normally shy about that kind of thing.

I told her that I would do her a solid because she was pretty and send her a picture, which I did. It was me on my Christmas hike that I took. I really had wanted to Mt Bike on Christmas Day and the trail with which I am familiar was blocked off, and I didn’t know the area well enough to walk my bike up and over to be able to find where they connected, so I drove to another area and did three hikes–I had never done these before. I took a pretty selfie–not me, but the background right before sunset.

Then she sent me a bikini shot and got embarrassed about it. She is super skinny and you certainly can’t tell that she’s had a pregnancy–and in fact, she’s had two–and she was pretty burned on her face and chest. However, she’s super pretty, 7-years younger than I, and has huge blue eyes. It was a nice picture and I told her so. Then she and I exchanged a few more pictures and 122 texts. I even got the tan line Jacuzzi picture at the end of our text thread–she just randomly sent that to me. In her final text she wrote, “And I love your words ______ excited to know you more.” We had plans for a phone call on 12/30 or 12/31. I think that I sent maybe four texts. The last one was, “Happy New Year, ______. If I don’t hear from you by Sunday night, I’ll assume that you’ve had a change of heart and won’t trouble you again.

Last Friday, during my last week of vacation, another woman started relentlessly DMing me. She lives on the West Coast. She works as a Nurse in the ED. So, given that I still have one nurse in my life often and have had three others, two of whom were family members, and one is my Aunt, I began joking in a fashion that only a nurse would understand.

I got the specifically posed selfie which I’d asked for. I don’t communicate very long with anyone at this point if she can’t give me a selfie for which I order the specs.

I got more pictures of her unsolicited in her scrubs. We made plans for a phone call on Sunday. Her sexting abilities that she began of her own accord were hot and amazing. It was such a fun day. Given everything that she wrote, I went out that night with new energy.

My energy was so altered, in fact, that when I sang my second (and last) song with my Poly friends in a karaoke bar, this woman who I don’t think that I had met before got up, gave me hug (I was leaving.), felt all up and down my back and shoulders, held me against her and said that I should be going to this specific sex club. I won’t do that obvi. I am uninterested in contracting either strain of Herpes Simplex Virus, but it gave me pause.

Sadly, that Nurse is also a ghost now. I don’t regret it at all. It was better than reading a smutty romance novel for a day. I do wish we’d have had a call. She’s missing one of my best features which is my voice.

Anyway, these apps are just really something else. One day stands seem to be another layer.

I counted up all the women recently with whom I have had phone dates, and I have had 7 in person dates and one video date. After 243-days, that is a terrible track record. Hopefully, the matchmaker has more luck than I do in the wild.