The Honey Hunter: testosterone tsunami

Be careful what you wish for…it came from nothing. All in one go. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

testosterone-tsunami-honey-hunter-online-dating-300x207I can barely speak about it. I need to construct a shelter, rebuild my life, pick up the pieces and start again. What. Just. Happened?

Mr Smooth had been including lots of smiley faces in his badly spelt emails, coming across all friendly and easy going, until he suddenly thrust his phone number at me and ordered me to be spontaneous and call him. I panicked and ran to the toilet.

I am not sure that I want to give my telephone number to a stranger…and especially to one that probably cannot even spell ‘telephone’.

Why not ease in with Instant Messenger? Or just arrange a meeting? I am happy to go to meet someone in a public place and decide then if I want them to have my number. I have not replied.

Then Welsh Boy started getting flirty, which was fun to begin with, until it turned dirty! I. Cannot. Breathe. He actually told me to take my pants off… Still. Not. Able. To. Breathe.

Now call me old-fashioned if you must. But really? “Take your pants off.” Is that how to win a woman’s heart? Is that how young men woo women today?

I told him that I was going to keep them on. He became quite apologetic blaming my ‘hotness’ and the fact ‘it had been a while’ for getting him all fired up. Oh Lord. Was he typing with one hand? I have not replied.

Reeling from this I felt I needed some reassurance from a nice guy with a nice face so I winked back at Nice Guy, who has winked at me several times, who then emailed me straight away and asked if I had been propositioned by lots of exciting sexy men.

I informed him the men were more odd and horny than sexy and exciting. I thought he would be sympathetic, and soothing and able to convince me that not all the men on the site are so obviously bursting with testosterone, gagging for it and it alone, that he was different that he could control his urges enough to be gentlemanly…

But, no. Quite simply he told me he wished that the women on the site were as horny and gagging for a good seeing to (not his exact words). I have not replied.

Now, I am no prude, I enjoy sex (if memory serves), I am in fact in my prime as a 40-year-old woman. I could take on any of these men’s libidos and leave them begging for mercy. However, I do expect to at least be bought a drink before being propositioned.

And even then he is going to have to work for it. Missy does not ‘do’ men on the first date, second date or even the third (unless he is really hot like Hot Guy – I really must get over him…) and most certainly not before there has even been a date. No. No. No.

About Polly Rusyn

I am a professional photographer based in London. I liberated myself from office life within the travel industry in the summer of 2015 in order to follow my creative passions. Since then I have set up a photography business, finished a travel memoir, ‘Never Mind The Baggage’ (coming spring 2017), and I write The Honey Hunter - a blog about the dating adventures of Missy. Follow me on Twitter @pollyrusyn and see my photography on my website.