Picture This...

I’m not sure where Rose finds them but she does. These guys always seem fine, possessing the basic qualities that make a person great before you know anything real about them; good-looking, good sense of humor, good time. Good in bed is also necessary but Rose doesn’t know that about all her boys because unlike me, she usually waits to sleep with them until she knows them well. By then, some of the initial great factors fizzle so then the sex, good or bad, never happens. I prefer to find out before I waste time actually liking a person.

Rose rid herself of MySpace dude but replaced him with PhotoFun man. She received an email from him with a series of pictures and no explanation. Just six shots of him before and after various outdoor activities; biking, hiking, snowshoeing. I can’t decide if my favorite is the muscle man shot as he’s exiting the colorful forest, the one where’s he laughing at the silliness of lying in the snow, or the full-body stance decked out in his shiny spandex. I understand that serious bikers have to wear such shorts but do they have to take pictures of the crime and send them to the girl after a few dates? The answer is no. Unless he’s trying to say “I don’t think we should see each other any more because I’m weird.”

Success PhotoFun! It worked. Instead of trying to solve the mystery of the photo gallery, Rose decided it was best if she didn’t respond or speak to him again. I concur. A few people I’ve surveyed think that’s a little harsh. These were also the people that said “what a weirdo” when I described picture sharing time. So why is it harsh? Rose has men falling at her feet regularly, no reason to hold onto the happening fellow that captures his precious moments to share.

I’d post the pics but that would be mean. And I’m a sweetheart.