Meet Offline?
SoAllergic Today – 8:36am
I think I’ve happened by your workplace before back before my divorce was final.Now, looks like I’m traveling from here to FL to visit between my new wife and at-present half-custody daughter. I’ll see how things play out.
Anyway, I’ve had an opportunity to spend some time here at least occasionally, and I was wondering if you’d be up for hanging out while I get things ready for my future time here.
Let me know what you think via email,
*************at******* dot com,
Steve
At first, I was a bit uncomfortable. Here’s a guy who’s seen me at work. There’s only one small problem with that – I work with the public. To say that I speak with hundreds of people a day would be an estimation on the small side. Wonder if flippant will work?
Steve, I’m both curious and creeped out. How do you define “happened by”? Sitting in the parking lot with a high-def set of binocs watching my every step?
While we’re waiting for a response to that, it’s time to click through to the profile.
SoAllergic
32 / M / straight / Married
Orlando, Florida (529 miles)
Last login Today – 8:14pm
Join Date Today – 8:22am
“Well, it turns out we don’t know much about SoAllergic. They haven’t completed a single profile essay. Tsk Tsk.” — Staff Robot
Wait. What? Married and 529 miles away. Aaaaand he joined today, right before he sent me the first message. I’m not creeped out in the least little bit. Newp, not one little bit. (shudder)
But look, he responded! Let’s hope there’s some clarification that gives me a clue who the hell this guy is…
We chatted briefly during my separation from my first wife. You told me where you worked, I truly accidentally ended up there with [REDACTED], and other than that, I don’t think you and I have ever spoken in person.
Of course, there’s always the chance I have you mistaken for someone else. That being the case, I’ll have to just apologize, turn red, and go from there. At some point, you did work at the [REDACTED] in [REDACTED] nearest the [REDACTED], right?
Tucking the binocs casually out of site,
Steve
Oh now I’m pissed right the hell off. Out of the hundreds upon thousands of people I’ve interacted with at work through the years, I’m supposed to remember the one “ACCIDENTAL” time he showed up at my place of business. I again asked for clarification:
At some point. That’s a good way of putting it, Steve.
You have me at a significant disadvantage. My pic is obviously online – where is yours? How long ago was this separation and/or our conversation?
And then I thought about it some more, and realized that another message needed to be sent.
And while you’re finding a picture of yourself, Steve you REALLY need to define “hanging out”.
You’re a married man, Steve. And I really hope you don’t mean what I think you mean. Because that pisses me off in ways you couldn’t BEGIN to imagine.
It’s obvious (to you, darlingdear reader) that I’m freaked out, is it not? Did he clarify, give me the detail I so badly need to make me feel like I don’t need to carry a gun and ask for police protection to my car?
Unfortunately, no.
I remember you enough to know you wouldn’t appreciate my meaning letting our junk hang out.
Our “junk”. There is no “our” and since there’s no “our” I have no idea what the junk is.
I just want something to do when I’m here what looks like will be half my time alone.
Are you whining??!!??
As for the details and chronology of events as disturbing as marital separation, I tend to let those go for sake of my peace of mind. My not dripping with estrogen, I hope you’ll forgive my less than perfect memory. I was married XX/XX/XX, separated XX/XX, divorced and remarried this summer. She took off for XX for the fifth time last week w/ my new step-kids, leaving me w/ the option of following full-time and losing half custody of my daughter, or staying and losing the only legitimate-feeling family environment I’ve had since early childhood. I’m choosing a compromise of spending half my time here, and half there. But, funding this till she decides to rejoin me here is still in the works. My old place here (where I’ll have to stay most of the time) is trashed, so I’m in the process of cleaning it up. So there’s a bit about me.
Yeah, nothing says mental stability like leaving your “new wife” alone for “half your time”.
I know you used to have a blog,
and you said a cheating ex, but that’s about all I’ve got on you. As for the photo, if you’ll give me an address to send it to so my current wife won’t worry herself to death if she finds a profile on here for me, you’ll have it, no problems that I can see.
Hope this helps,
Steve
[REDACTED email address]
Oh Steve. Steve. What the HELL are you doing, Steve? If you have a wife who will worry herself to death that you have a dating site profile, you have a NORMAL WIFE. (Well, unless you’re poly. In which case she wouldn’t worry herself to death.) And WTF is up with that whole “dripping with estrogen” comment? Are you TRYING to go out of your way to be offensive?
Listen, Steve – life is ALL about the choices you make. You are CHOOSING to get yanked around by your ex-wife and your current wife.
Time to end this:
I don’t expect you to be dripping with estrogen, nor do I expect you to have a perfect memory. In the years of my employment at that store, I’ve talked to hundreds of thousands of people.
You’re expecting me to remember ONE visit to my store.
You’re not giving me any HELPFUL information that would tell me who the almighty hell you are.
If you don’t want your wife to be worried, STAY OFF THE SITE.
I’m not meeting you. I don’t want to “hang out” with a married man who obviously has no problem with hiding a dating-site profile from his wife.
I’m pleased to tell you that somewhere between my last message and this article being posted, Steve deleted his profile. Let’s hope getting whapped upside the head with a cluestick helped him.
This post submitted by Emily, my webmistress.
