Whoopsie!

So, I found myself continuously gazing longingly at the profiles, emails and photos of model-y male guy ("Zoolander") and Mr. Show Biz, so I sent out a sorry I was hasty/ "whoopsie" email to Zoolander.  I almost sent the same one out to MSB, but the whole thing is a little flighty and flakey of me, and MSB seems a tiny bit more guarded than the "whatever" model dude.  Also, being in "the biz" he's probably a little weary of nut-job actresses, so I figured I'd just call him today as planned and see what happens from there.

Basically, I asked Zoolander if he thought I was going to hell, and he gave a very funny response basically saying that he didn't even believe in the concept of hell, and if there was one, he'd probably be the one going there!  I really hope that was a joke.  I treated it as one.  Anyway, I think a ton of religious people are actually Agnostic and don't even know it.  From his response, he seemed to be one of those people, so we decided to keep corresponding.

To back up a little, I often stay home on Friday nights because I like to work out, wash my hair and then watch Bill Maher.  It's a routine I look forward to.  So I had some free time and we kept emailing back and forth several times.  I really don't believe in emailing and talking on the phone to guys on Friday and Saturday nights.  They really should think you have a life and something to do at that time (citation:  "The Rules" and probably every single dating manual ever written).  But there I was, throwing caution to the wind, breaking all the rules.  I reasoned, isn't that what model-y men are for?

Anyway, he was willing to overlook my wishy-washiness.  He said, "I don't prejudge, unlike SOME people I know, so it's cool."  It was funny.  I was excited about him/ us UNTIL I read his email this morning that mentioned he's in FEDERAL LAW ENFORCEMENT.  And he wants my number.  Now his profile looks totally different.  He's still hot, but now that chin lift and head cock doesn't look like Zoolander.  It looks like a cop or DEA or whatever he is.  It's very Vick Mackey!  Since I already used The Shield reference, though, let's call him The Enforcer.  Jeez, this is a tough one.  He's hot and cute and funny, but I really, really don't want to move forward with any sort of enforcer for reasons previously explained.  Ugh.  He really should have put that on his profile.  How could I have totally misjudged that?!

Oops, I just looked back at his profile and he's not in a technical field.  His profile didn't say anything about that.  In fact, it said this:

Occupation:

Political / Govt / Civil Service / Military

I think I got him confused with someone else.  I wasn't supposed to respond to him at all, but to another guy.  Whoopsie!  Sometimes I look at all my emails in the morning and then respond when I get home at night.  I think I confuse their profiles a bit.  I should take better notes because it can get difficult to keep straight.  I've done this a few times already on a smaller scale.  I'll ask them about their dog, and they're like, uh, I don't have one!  Whoopsie!

Anyway, the problem is, I really don't know how I can get away with not moving forward with him, after I put him through the ringer with all that agnostic- religious crap.  But I'm scared of him now! What if he wasn't kidding about that going to hell joke?  What if he said that because he's a dirty cop?  I'm way too paranoid to date an Enforcer.  Oh man, this sucks.  This is hard.

In other news, I have a date with Night Man tonight.  Hoping I can get away with another cheek press (press my right cheek against his right cheek, like the French do in greeting) at the end of the night, or at best a cheek kiss.  Maybe if I try to forget about his looooong station wagon, I can summon up the energy for a real peck on the lips.  But I really don't want to.  The physical attraction is just not there yet.  Usually I want to kiss a guy by the end of the second date (if not the first), but I think he isn't coming across as very confident, which is killing it for me.  I'm sure he is confident, but just in a quiet way.  I can usually pick that up, though.  And I love the strong, silent type.  Jesse James, hello!  But this is different.  Too much beta male feminine energy here.  Well, anyway, right now I'm going to do as little as possible.  Or as much as possible, which is the same thing.  I don't think I can muster much of anything, whether I try or not.

Calling the Creole real estate guy back today, as well as Mr. Show Biz.  Hope one of those goes okay!