The Other Side of the Wrongful Dating Assumptions

It turns out, I am a hypocritical jackass.

Yesterday, I wrote about my frustration in men assuming what I wanted and being dead wrong. It turns out, I am a hypocritical jackass.

Having deleted my dating apps (more on that later) I am now just sifting through remaining pieces to see if there is anything left. I have been talking to a guy off and on for a little. I can tell he is smart, well read and has good taste in wine. The fact that he’s easy on the eyes doesn’t hurt.

He’s one of the few I find remotely interesting. We hadn’t chatted in a couple days so I sent the innocuous Deadpool waving GIF. He responded with the Robert Downey, Jr. batting his eyelashes GIF. Yes, folks, this is how adults communicate in the modern age of dating.

He asked me to send a picture. It was late. I made a very rash assumption and came unhinged.

I let loose on him about how I am not some dumb girl who just keeps random photos of body parts in her phone and that I was a grown-ass, real woman. I turned my phone off and went to bed pissed off. The response I saw in the morning was, well, warranted.