Deleter! No Deleting!

We're back! My co-blogger and I have recovered from our party party Labor Day weekend drunkfest. If you haven't figured it out (or maybe we just haven't said), she and I share a living space. We convene in our swanky bachelorette pad (and send each other 'WTF?!' texts as events occur) to stay abreast and compare notes on men's online dating faux-pas.

Abreast. I just had to say it again.

So it had to happen eventually... The guy who deleted me ended up taking a liking to her in the most fun way. It turns out, yes, he must not have been 'that into me,' but also he is just what his namesake suggests... a deleter. Roommate has been deleted by him as well! Apparently, he likes a tidy inbox. I mean, who doesn't?

Tidy inbox. That sounds kind of dirty. In a well-groomed sort of way.

So anyway - my roommate - god love her - has more patience in her than I could ever hope to have. She gave Deleter her phone number. I know two things about our friend, Deleter. 1. He has severe ADD. And 2. He loves to send her text messages.

"If we were married, would we sleep in separate beds?"
"What?"
"I just finished looking at videos of tornados. Have you ever been in one?"

"Do you like guys with facial hair?"
"No, not really.. maybe a little scruff"
"I buy frequent flier miles as a side job."

"What's your favorite band?"
"I don't know.. I have a lot."
"I haven't cut my finger nails in a while."

"So your team lost today, huh?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Do you have any idea how technically hot the sun is -like the temperature of the sun?"

Anyway, the textual relationship slowed significantly after he met us at a bar and asked if I'd contracted the jungle fever (because he saw us with a black friend). We have yet to confirm the use of crack-cocaine as his recreational drug of choice. Although his XXL Dodgers jersey on his M frame and frequent use of "Meow" suggests we may be on the right track.