I was online surfing around the internet dating site I use, and there was a e-chat from a woman. I opened it up, and it was from a cute goth woman. Normally I don’t respond to goths, because they’re a little too moody and sullen for me. I like the women I date to be more on the sweet side. But this woman was funny in her e-chat, so I wrote back. We e-chatted for a while, and she told me her name was Tinkerbell.
Yes. Tinkerbell.
Like the Peter Pan fairy. She said her parents named her that because they were fans of the story. I told her that must have been hard to have that name during the years when kids will make fun of you for anything, and she said it was. It’s probably what made her turn goth – to rebel against everyone that was mocking her because of her name.
We video-chatted after that, and it was also nice. She’s a very cute woman. I asked her if she wanted to see some live music with me this weekend, and she said yes. I asked her what sort of music she was into, and she said anything. I was glad. If she was only into Marylin Manson or that kind of thing, I’d have to reconsider seeing her. But her open mind, cute face, and great personality sold me. We’re seeing some bluegrass on Saturday.
Full report on Sunday. Unless we’re still hanging out….





