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Next time I decide to give dating sites another try, will someone please find a blunt object and whack me in the back of the head a few times? Pleease?
Actually it's not as bad as all that. For the most part the gentlemen that write to me are very nice and seem to have their shit together. For the most part...Every now and then an email will show up from someone who acts like such a dumbass, I just want to write back and ask what in the hell made them think I'd be anyway interested in their dumbassery? In short: I've discovered I can't deal with someone who writes LOL or uses txt spk in every email. GAH!
Oh, then there are the dressed down guys, who I'm sure consider themselves Regular Joe Sixpack and this is the way it is, and love it or leave it, and blahdeblah. Hey, that's cool. I want someone to accept me for me as well. The thing is, I don't post pictures of myself in flannel pajamas and sans makeup, so please don't expect me to be turned on by you in your dirty wifebeater. And I think the keyword there is wifebeater. In short: DON'T...just don't.
Finally, I'm getting more emails from younger men this time around, probably looking for a cougar. Unfortunately, I'm not the hunting kind. In short: go away, kid, you bother me.
The funny thing is that I've done this a few times now, and while I've had several nice dates, nothing long term has come out of it. This time, I don't even think there will be many dates. While these guys are nice, I don't get that sense of excitement or even nervousness I've had in the past. Arranging to meet someone is like making a dentist appointment. I dread it, but figure it has to be done. That can't be right, can it?
Maybe deep down, I just really hate dating. Maybe it's that I've gotten too old to do this, and I haven't got time for these silly kids. It could be that while I want a real, loving relationship, I'd much prefer it to drop out of the sky, be available when I want it, and make itself scarce when I don't. Correction. I don't want A relationship. I want THE relationship. No substitutes. Chances are, though, I don't want to put myself out there for fear of being hurt again.
I don't know. I've made a long list of resolutions from getting healthier to learning new skills. I should probably add taking more chances, hm?
Actually it's not as bad as all that. For the most part the gentlemen that write to me are very nice and seem to have their shit together. For the most part...Every now and then an email will show up from someone who acts like such a dumbass, I just want to write back and ask what in the hell made them think I'd be anyway interested in their dumbassery? In short: I've discovered I can't deal with someone who writes LOL or uses txt spk in every email. GAH!
Oh, then there are the dressed down guys, who I'm sure consider themselves Regular Joe Sixpack and this is the way it is, and love it or leave it, and blahdeblah. Hey, that's cool. I want someone to accept me for me as well. The thing is, I don't post pictures of myself in flannel pajamas and sans makeup, so please don't expect me to be turned on by you in your dirty wifebeater. And I think the keyword there is wifebeater. In short: DON'T...just don't.
Finally, I'm getting more emails from younger men this time around, probably looking for a cougar. Unfortunately, I'm not the hunting kind. In short: go away, kid, you bother me.
The funny thing is that I've done this a few times now, and while I've had several nice dates, nothing long term has come out of it. This time, I don't even think there will be many dates. While these guys are nice, I don't get that sense of excitement or even nervousness I've had in the past. Arranging to meet someone is like making a dentist appointment. I dread it, but figure it has to be done. That can't be right, can it?
Maybe deep down, I just really hate dating. Maybe it's that I've gotten too old to do this, and I haven't got time for these silly kids. It could be that while I want a real, loving relationship, I'd much prefer it to drop out of the sky, be available when I want it, and make itself scarce when I don't. Correction. I don't want A relationship. I want THE relationship. No substitutes. Chances are, though, I don't want to put myself out there for fear of being hurt again.
I don't know. I've made a long list of resolutions from getting healthier to learning new skills. I should probably add taking more chances, hm?