Free Divorced Dating and Damn Drama by Kat Lehto Page A

don't the cops care? Because this is a Gossip town. Everyone only looks out for themselves.

Chapter twenty two
    If you have ever been online dating, you will know that fifty percent of the conversations you have will never amount to an actual physical date. However with me it is over ninety percent. I have had countless conversations that have dropped off the edge of the earth. Some of them begin teetering right there on that edge. Yes, I know the world is round, but for this metaphor it's going to be flat.
    "Do you have wifi?" Ryan asks. It's yet again another Friday night and I'm hard at work trying to conjure up some datable guys.
    "Come again? " I ask, because we are talking on an online dating site. I think it's obvious to everyone but in case some of you think this is a valid question let me remind you that you need wifi to go online. And we are online, on a website, talking. Get it?
    "Can you access the internet?" Ryan asks scratching between his toes. How stupid is this guy.
    "I'm talking to you though an online dating site, so I'm going to have to go with yes." I say, trying not to sound condescending.
    "Do you have any online profiles?" Ryan asks. Technically this counts as an online profile but I'm guessing he is talking about a social networking site.
    "Yes." I answer truthfully. I often go to my Gossip social interactions site to comment and upload a few pictures of my cats.
    "Do you have internet?" Ryan questions. Is this real? Does he not understanding that you need the internet to send messages online.
    "Yes." I answered, now annoyed.
    "Are you at the computer?" Ryan inquires.
    "Yes." I answer, I really don't understand what is so confusing.
    "Can you send me a photo?" Ryan asks. I take a photo with my computer camera and send it.
    "Sent." I say after sending him the photo.
    "No, I want one that no one has seen before. One just for me."' Ryan demands.
    "I just took that photo, so no one has seen it before." I say trying not to lose my cool.
    "I have seen it before." Ryan says. Really? He has seen a photo I just now took before. That is impossible. However I don't want to come off as mean, so I ask him where he has seen the photo before.
    "Where?" I ask.
    "On your other online profiles" Ryan replies.
    "First off, no you have not because I just took it. Second, I never gave you my name, so how would you find my other profiles?" I accuse.
    "I know how to use the internet." Ryan says with confidence. Really? Do you really Ryan, because you are acting like you have no clue how it works.
    "Congratulations." I say with sarcasm. I never really say what I think, if you haven't figured that out yet.
    "Send me a photo no one has ever seen ." Ryan demands.
    "Why don't you send me a photo?' I ask.
    "No!" Ryan says bluntly.
    "Maybe we should stop talking then." I suggest.
    "Ok." Ryan accepts my suggestion. That's how a lot of conversations go. We don't really talk and just end up not talking. I don't really understand conversations like these. They just don't make any sense.

Chapter twenty three
    Fighting. We all do it, we all fight. It's not alright, to go around throwing punches. But, if you are ever in a fight, rip out some hair. Because while bruises takes weeks to heal, hair will take years to grow back. If you do a really good job, it may never grow back. Now I am giving you this advice because I have been in a few fights and this weekend was no exception
    I went out with a man who claimed to be single. Tommy was a fit man and he showed up in a wife beater and what appeared to be his boxer shorts, they had stains on them. At least he was clean shaven. I don't think he had one hair on his entire body, and I'm including his shiny head. His lips were plump and I swear had a hint of clear gloss on them. His muscles bulged out of his wife beater and his toned physique made me overlook everything else. While I thought we were hitting it off, his girlfriend showed up and set me straight
    "Who the hell are you?" She shouts