Throw Them Away, Insult Them, They Are Sexually Intrigued

I have been having fun mental stimulation on Ashley Madison. And quite frankly, I am so confused about men and how they think. More than ever. I decided to go after some eye candy to entertain me for awhile. You know, the hot bodies, all beefed up, dreamy eyes and everyone wants them. The true man who I would think is a PLAYER! Now you are saying, oh Cheri, do not do that...but the truth, I need something to fill the void a little and I am not looking to start something with someone right now. I need to heal a little bit, this inner emptiness is hurting a lot (I am tired of boring you with it) but I miss MM.

So let's go in search of eye candy. Men that are empty in their heads but have the most amazing bodies. Men that I know I will be bored with within days. It's more the game to see if I can catch their attention lure them in...and I don't feel bad. A nice guy, I don't want to play with because right now I can't give them what they are looking for and its not even fair to communicate with them right now. So a player...I can spot them for miles....the ones that everyone wants, the cocky ones....its more the game of cat and mouse. Sexual Entertainment Online....kind of an interactive sex game.

First stop....A muscle construction guy. Profile: I want, I want, I want and don't be this and that and everything else. Perfect!! A real ladies man with tons of smileys. I write him back, I'm nothing that you want but thanks for the eye candy. Wait, call me. Nah, we have nothing in common. PLEASE CALL he writes, I hate the typing. Okay, I will entertain myself and call. I call the next day. The guy has no idea who I am or what is going on (there is absolutely nothing upstairs). I tell him...."go back to your email and read it if you can read." "Why do you say you are nothing?" "NO, I said I am nothing that you are looking for.....your want list is not important to me. " The man is so lacking. A conversation is almost impossible. I decide I am not even entertained at this point, he isn't a player just not intelligent. I wasn't having fun. "I want to meet you" he says. "REALLY?" now I am giggling. This was the most dysfunctional conversation I have ever had with another human being except for my college days when I was high or drunk. "I'll call you next week, we'll discuss possibly meeting, Gotta go." NOT. Oh it doesn't matter, he will forget by then. He probably already did. To my surprise, as I am typing this....he called me and text me. OMG...men are crazy!

Player 2: A former baseball player. Super hottie and eyes to die for. Okay, let's give this a whirl. I will just send a wink. Wow, immediate response. "Got a pix?" I respond"did you even read my profile? take a second and read the profile. I guess physical is all you want and that's not my thing. So I am not going to bother". He responded "I'm sorry, that was messed up the way I just asked for a photo. I did read your profile and I would like to see what you look like". I sent my photo. "here I am, but we are not looking for the same things, so good luck in your search". He responded "Wait. You are beautiful. Please give me a second here. I read your profile and for the first time on this site, I am intrigued. I would like to get to know you a little bit. I am in a non physical marriage and totally can relate to what you wrote." He went on to tell me about what he does, how is marriage is non physical at this point and how he's so tired of the void and he travels a lot and is lonely. Aaaahhhh....wow, this guy is a true player or just amazing. I am going to go the player route. But see, here it is. A true player sizes up the woman. A true player knows the right approach to squirm his way in....he found it with me. And I wasn't expecting it. Oh he is gooooooood but I am going to keep my distance. He reminds me of my childhood friend who squirmed his way in and took over my thoughts of meeting where we used to hang out in Florida. And now, he writes a note once in awhile to keep me in the game. Like my birthday.....right on the front of my Facebook telling me Happy Birthday, I was thinking about you (and it got the attention of my friends...literally the emails asking me who is that hottie?)..

I wrote a note back to this baseball player last night. Agreeing we had a lot in common. A grain of salt....just a grain here. Now he is a dangerous player, I can tell....the squirming into your mind one.