It's Saturday, and I've reneged on my decision to turn down four cyber date offers for this evening. How much ice cream and television can one woman stand?
Luckily, I was sufficiently vague in my polite declining of the invitations that two of the guys reiterated them this morning, just in case. Then, adding to the temptation, there were the simultaneous "Hey sexy," messages from two different gentlemen: one in Hawaii and one in London. I could just spend the evening doing some transoceanic flirting on line in my pj's and curlers. (I wonder if the guy from Hawaii knows the happy Mr. Wong?) Oh, and don't let me forget the very cute guy from Chicago who moaned for the first thirty minutes of our email exchange about how hard it is to meet normal women and then suggested phone sex. Oh my god, not again!
Well, I'm out of crossword puzzles, so I passed on the phone sex, and decided it might be best for my psyche if I actually showered and left the house for a few hours. London and Hawaii can wait. So back to the two serious invitations. One was from a very nice sounding man who is separated (almost divorced), just dipping his toe in the dating waters, and admittedly still in love with his wife. The second was from a studly looking never-married guy a few years younger than I who wants to go out for a nice dinner downtown. Near his place, of course. No contest. I picked the early bird special with the man who's still pathologically attached to his wife and is nowhere near ready to have any relationship beyond friendship and dinner companion. My heart literally skipped a beat.
It's mid-afternoon now, and the time to get ready for my early dinner is fast approaching; as usual, I'm wondering why I agreed to go. But after the day I had yesterday -- filled with deceit and disappointment (and that was before the telephone conversation with my attorney) -- I figure I need a good shower anyway. Ahh, romance.
Okay, I'm going to be blunt here (I can always blame it on the brain damahe afterwards.) Other than providing great fodder for your blog, I don't think those computer dating sites are doing you one spot of good.
ReplyDeleteI will concede that I know people who've met their spouse online. I will further admit that I'm a traditionalist. Where I'm from, nobody dates: you just stay home washing your hair until you're 16 and then you marry a first cousin. Simple (just like the offspring).
Notwithstanding my complete lack of credibility to pontificate on this subject, just like Oprah and Glen Beck, I'm going to do it anyway.
GET OFF THOSE DAMN WEBSITES. You're not likely to meet Prince Charming there and even if you did, would you recognize him at this moment in your life?
Cyber dating is also crap for self-esteem. You're too complex and dynamic a person to sum yourself up in a blurb for strangers. You're too beautiful, intelligent and funny to need cyberspace to help you connect with other people. When you're READY, you'll find somebody worth finding.
In the meantime, remember my grandmother's adage: "It's better to be alone, than wish you were." And also remember, you're not alone - you have friends. Wouldn't you rather spend time in the company of friends you've known for fifteen years than a horny guy who sent you a 15 second email? I am such a poet.
I second everything that High Stickin' said!! Can you give your faithful followers one legitimate reason to continue to torment yourself??
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