Ready. Set. GO!
Dallas, Tulsa, Mobile, Birmingham. Jacksonville (FL and NC), St. Louis, Little Rock, Milwaukee, Chicago, Philly, Pittsburgh, Miami, Kansas City, Washington DC, New York City, Buffalo, Detroit, Houston, Charleston, Savannah, and most recently, Omaha. … yeah… Nebraska.
Nah, not really,
world’s most poorly planned road trip?
It’s a list of random places within an 800 mile radius of my hometown.
The dating site gives me the option to narrow down the possibilities by inserting a distance limit. I picked 800.
I. Have. No. Idea.
It was just a random number, and I didn’t want to limit myself to local people.
- It’s the internet! The whole point is to think outside the box, and embrace the possibility of meeting someone with whom you never would have come into contact with otherwise. Sooo.. my box just happens to be REALLY big. I like big boxes at Christmas too. Sue me.
- I didn’t want a stalker directly in my backyard. I needed to give myself time to load the gun, and call in reinforcements. 800 miles seemed plenty.
- This is Tennessee. East Tennessee to boot. While I may love it here, while there ARE some quality individuals here, there are also a fair amount more who are Out.Of.Their.Minds! And I’m not even referring to Vol fans this time! I’m all for big trucks, and guns, and shooting things, but there is a limit to my patience with redneck tendencies.
Meeting someone who lives 800 miles away, however, is when things get interesting. I’ve had several guys who think the best way to solve this issue is for me to come to wherever they may be. After all, I am the one who had the idea for the huge box, yes?
Why not? It’s not fair of you to expect them to come to you, Andi.
I don’t expect it. I am not arrogant enough to think that every guy I’ve responded to on the site will travel from South Florida or Omaha, Nebraska…. or wherever… to East TN just to meet me. If they don’t wanna, they don’t wanna. No big deal.
We live in an era of gender equality, Andi. Get with the times! Nothing wrong with you traveling to meet a guy.
My idea of gender equality, and what it’s become in the politically correct sense of the phrase are not the same thing, but that’s a different post….
I have good reason for being difficult.
- Again, it’s the internet! People lie. On the chance that you are not who you claim to be, at least I’m close to home. Come to think of it, if you lying about who you are, it’s less likely you’ll to waste your own money on a trip here.
- Speaking of wasted money, I can’t afford to burn mine at the moment. Trips are out.
Unless you wanna pay my bills…
- It’s a safety thing. You are a dude. I am not. Yes, I have traveled alone before, but I don’t particularly like it. Throw in meeting someone “from the internet” in an area I’m unfamiliar with… No, Thank you. I’d rather not. It’s not personal. It’s just common sense.
- Do you really want to meet ME specifically, or are you just out for a good time? I’m all for fun. But I’m not about to spend my own time and money to be your weekend entertainment.
- It’s less awkward for me to decline an invitation to your hotel room than it is for me to tell you to get the heck outta mine. I’m not spending the night with you. I know. Shocking! Dude, I just met you. NO!! This is not slut’s-R-us. Not that girl. Go buy a hooker. It’s probably cheaper.
- It gets you huge bonus points for being Man enough to just do it. Simple as that. It’s a character thing.