back on OLD (bored, and I own it), and I am CRUSHING the dating game

I've run off three men in the past week, so hooray for me and my vetting skills. In every situation, the trash took itself out after just minimal online conversation. No time wasted meeting in public.

Manboy the first (and of course I can't even remember names; they're interchangeable and ever so forgettable) was out of the gate first thing saying I'd need to reconsider moving. Nothing doing. That's such small dick energy coming out of the gate, telling a stranger what to do, trying to disrupt my life to make his life easier. Again, they never have an answer to why should I move when I'm surrounded by family, friends, community? One of the first things every abuser does is isolate their intended victim. I want to make that much, much harder if not downright impossible. 

And can I say it, just the AUDACITY of thinking that any woman would ever just up and move for any stranger. As if they'd want to; as if it's that easy. As if anyone's life is that temporary, that rootless. I despise that lack of thinking, lack of consideration, lack of questioning me about what I want, and what works for me. That whole "I'm here, so you'll have to move" crap is a hard, permanent hell no.

Manboy the second was a single father who didn't bother to read my very clear profile on Instagram, where I make it clear I'm open to a new relationship, not moving, he needs to live in state and ideally close to me, insist on living apart together, and no thanks to all single fathers. (Could I be any clearer? No, no I could not!) Of course he thought he was an exception, and I think I remember he said he had THREE kids. He was, as usual, looking for free childcare, cooking, cleaning, and overall a compliant pack mule to help him adult. Nothing doing. And this one had a widdle temper tantwum too. Oh well. I have no sympathy whatsoever. Be attracted to someone all you want, that's normal. But believe people when they tell you and show you who they are. Ladies, I used my words. I was direct, even blunt. Thinking somehow I didn't mean what I said, and would of course welcome someone else's kids when I never wanted any of my own? A plan destined for brilliant success! How could I let this jewel go? Oh foolish me!

Manboy the third was a whiner who wanted to move off the FB dating platform within a few days of meeting. Nothing doing. I said quite clearly thatI intend to stay on the platform for at least a month, for safety and propriety. I also made it clear there's never any reason to rush, and that I prefer to lay a strong foundation of friendship first with lots of conversation, and I'd let him know when I felt comfortable enough to go off-platform. Endless whining about "we're not friends"... no, we're not instant friends, no one is. Doesn't work that way. He refused to see my point, kept whining about chatting elsewhere, eventually told me I didn't know anything about friendship. I responded, and you think you're entitled to tell me what I do and don't know about? Wow, the older white male entitlement is strong in this one! And off he flounced. (I may actually post the conversation here later. I'd like outside perspectives on this. Basically I think he was impatient, controlling, expected compliance, and got really pissy, pouty, and sulky when I stood my ground.)

Manboy the fourth was an instant nope out. He first greeted me using "my lady" (PUKE), and I said, call me Katie, and for the love of all things holy, kindly skip the "my lady" stuff. Flounce. If he wears a porkpie hat, and calls all women "my lady', then ewww at the PUA/incel vibes. And of course his profile mentioned he considered himself a "funny" guy. Yeah, ya are, my dude, except funny strange, not funny comical.

I love it when the trash takes itself out. Honestly, I feel like I am killing it with dating because of my strong vetting skills. Refusing to move, check. Insisting on living apart together, check. Saying no permanently to all single dads, check. Refusing to budge in getting off-platform with a stranger, check. (I told him I wanted to chat on platform for at least a month for safety and propriety. That's not asking too much... but it is if you're impatient and controlling.) Vetting to see how compliant and agreeable a man is about asking him to call me by name, nothing familiar or overly-pretentious, check. 

No loss at all whatsoever. Let the games continue! I'm interested if any of y'all have any issue with my vetting or standards.