It’s been more than a month now since, in a moment of temporary insanity, I paid good money to join a dating site. The ad said I would find the partner of my dreams. Well, I’m still waiting. What on earth was I thinking? I really should have trusted the voice in my head that shouted: YOU ARE NOT CUT OUT FOR ONLINE DATING!
As mentioned in a previous rant on this topic, I’m a bit of non-conformist and a free spirit. I was careful to point this out when preparing my profile for the site. I even included a picture to accentuate that point to prospective shoppers:
Perhaps that wasn’t such a good idea. I think I portrayed myself a bit too gregariously. I’m actually a reserved sort who requires a bit of time “warm to a person” as it were. The deluge of response I’ve received has literally scared the hell out of me. Every time I log into to that stupid site, the instant messages start:
“You’re someone I’d like to meet”
“Hello handsome, feel free to contact me”
“Great profile! I’d love to know more”
“I like you! Care to chat”
What am I complaining about you ask? The dating site has delivered just as promised. It is truly an on-line smorgasbord of eligible singles waiting to find the partner of their dreams. The problem lies within me. I simple don’t fit the bill. I don’t know how to “date”. Meeting a prospective sexual partner over coffee or dinner has never been my thing. I’ve always been a bit more “organic” or spontaneous in my approach to the opposite sex. The crush or attraction has always preceded the relationship process for me. I should have known myself better. Live and learn, right?
Meanwhile, I wait. Perhaps I have another great love out there somewhere; but then, perhaps not. I’m learning to be OK with that. I have great friends, two wonderful offspring, and a dog that stands by me through thick and thin. Life ain’t too bad.