Date #8 Cardinal Sins: Mr. I-Read-Your-Blog (Mr. IRYB)

Date #8 Cardinal Sins: Mr. I-Read-Your-Blog (Mr. IRYB)

I have a cardinal rule: I never date anyone who read this blog or listens to the podcast. Those are the breaks. I do get a lot of e-mails (mostly from horny guys ) looking to take me out to dinner Or meet for a coffee, or a drink.

Part of the reason I do this is because generally the guys who read this blog and want to go out with me are only interested in sex. They want to have sex with me. Or they want me to write about having sex with them. I want a guy who can bring more to the table. Wanting to have sex with me isn’t a good enough reason. It should be about a meeting of the minds.

Secondly, I generally don’t put my picture up. I’m not shy about my looks, but really I don’t want to implicate any of the guys I’ve been with. Also, it would be a bit weird if everyone at work know. Most people at my work know anyhow, but not the big bosses. Because I don’t put my picture up the guys that read my blog / listen to the podcast have formed a picture of me in their minds. And if I were to meet them, I’d be competing against that perfect image in their head. I wouldn’t ever want to be a let down. Furthermore I wouldn’t want to go out with them and have them expect me to talk about sex the whole time.

So that’s the reason why in the past 18 months I’ve declined 94 dates from fans of the blog & podcast. Actually, the celebs I’ve gone out with have read the blog, so naturally I’ve made exceptions for them. But as far as civilians go, I’ve turned down every offer – that is until Wednesday. I actually went out on a date with one of my fans. (I hate that term, “fans.” It makes me sound arrogant and bigger than I actually am. But for lack of a better word I’m using it here.)

The funny thing is, I expected the date to be bad. Not totally bad, but I thought that we would be mismatched. I expected him to be an arrogant wanker.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out that Mr. IRYB is a lovely guy. Handsome. Sweet. Charming; the perfect gentleman. I’m not saying this because he’s potentially reading it. I genuinely had great time and enjoyed his company. Hopefully I’ll get to know him much better. And I can’t wait to kiss him again.

Invoking the 3-week Rule

From I guy I've been trying to meet up for drinks with since November:

Hey Anjelika

Couple of things, first my big pitch meeting is tomorrow so will have to cancel tonight - very sorry for late notice and I will make it up to you with wine a plenty :-)

Secondly, do you get to vote in these election things that are happening in the states?

Speak soon

x

My cool-as-a-cucumber reply:

Hey don't worry about it. Let's put it off indefinitely. I have a 3-week rule when it comes to making plans. Sorry if that sounds harsh, but it shouldn't really take that long to meet up.

I haven't applied for an absentee ballot. Maybe I will for the presidential election, but either candidate is fine with me.

-Anjelika

Funnily enough, I never heard back from him. In a way it's a shame, because I did want to have drinks for him, but if it were at all a priority for him, he would have made it happen. I'm not gonna cry over split milk. I'm just gonna move on.

I like having minimum standards. I like, even better, that I can stick with them.

3 Week Rule

Thanks to my pal BKFITW I have a new minimum standard.

If it takes more than 3 weeks to get a date, have coffee, or go for drinks with someone then:

A. They suck.
B. I’m uninterested and won’t pursue it further. No one is THAT busy!

The only exceptions are:

A. December – a crazy month for everyone
B. If you, or the other person is out of town for 1 week or more.

I could have saved myself a LOT of grief had I taken heed of this before.

Internet Dating is Shit

In this podcast:

- Anjelika talks about her Internet Dating experiences
- Should you try Anal sex before you die?
- Dating Men with Kids
- If you had 24 hours to live, what would you do?
- Toxic Friendships

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Pussy-whipped or Lying

In this episode Wanda and Anjelika talk about:
- The on-going Iain Lee saga
- Post-orgasm love
- Valentine's pranks
- Minimum standards
- Wanda's attractive brother
- Hair that gets you laid
- Live Show Wed July 11

I Don’t Fuck Men who Fuck Men

I Don’t Fuck Men who Fuck Men

Everyone needs standards and this is my new one. Not that I’ve ever fucked a man who fucks other men (to the best of my knowledge) but there comes a time in your life when you realize there are some things that you can’t be cool with. And that is my limit.

I met a dude on Craig’s List from Lichtenstein. I don’t know much about Lichtenstein but I already like the place. It’s small unobtrusive and damn cool to say. Just say, “Lichtenstein” a few times.

He was in his late 30’s and was an investment banker. He looked relatively normal in his photo and I was intrigued even more after a 20 minute phone conversation in which he told me about Lichtenstein.

We went out for sushi a couple days ago. I thought I spotted a wedding ring on his hand, but I initially ignored it.

As we ate the fantastic sushi dinner he revealed that he was married and had a 12 year old daughter. When he told me that in my head I thought, “Not interested. It’s over.” But I carried on pretending to be interested. Hell, I even ordered dessert.

As we were sitting at table his phone rang.

“Your wife?” I joked.

He declined the call and smiled coyly. “Oh, you’ll never guess,” he said.

“Your butcher, your baker, your candlestick maker,” I said, fairly uninterested yet somewhat curious.

“No,” he laughed.

“Right. Then who?”

“Well,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I am really into transsexuals.”

“Oh cool,” I said as if I were hardly bothered.

But in my head I was saying, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! ARE THERE NO ‘NORMAL’ MEN IN LONDON? I’ve already had a tranny. I don’t want a tranny-lover.”

Lichtenstein dude went on to explain that he only likes the very feminine looking trannies. Oh, well THAT makes it okay!
And even though he’s from a quiet village in Lichtenstein and has polite Austrian wife and normal 12-year-old daughter, for the past 5 years on his business trips out of town he’s been fucking and getting fucked by chicks with dicks.

Hey, whatever floats your boat, but not on my watch. That’s where I draw the line.

I was terribly polite the rest of the evening but I thought. “There is NO WAY in HELL I’m sleeping with him.”

I don’t fuck guys who fuck other guys. End of.