Going through the clearance bin.
05/08/2004
Digging in and looking for that gem, The Deal, that “I can’t live with out”. The “I have to have it”. Men, yes, I am talking about men. I have realized over the last couple of weeks, I am down to the clearance table at the discount store. There are just some items no matter what they cost; you just need to leave them in that bin.
I am in the in between stages of my life. I am not a baby boomer, I am not Generation X’er, I am some where in the middle. I am single; I don’t have any kids and have never been divorced, never been married either. I am ready to settle down a bit, I would like to find a partner. As I looked over the clearance items, I just couldn’t find a match. Yes, there are thousands of personals listed on the various web sites. I just don’t see them as matches. I have looked at hundreds of pictures, I have read the profiles, and I have corresponded with a few men.
Strange as it seems, I feel awkward trying to find a date on line. My profile was short, the photo good and I have had very little interest. I corresponded with one man that was surfing the personals from work all day long. Hum, I wonder if his boss knows. Others I looked at had issues; there are just key words that leak through in those little paragraphs. There are those red flag words: likes to cuddle, no psychos please, looking for my sole mate. Why would you put a photo of yourself on line with no shirt? Why would you put up a photo of you and your kids? UGH, please leave the skin and the kids out of it.
I tried this method of dating a number of years ago. That’s how I ended up with Saba. I had a “date” one afternoon; it was with a guy I had “met” on line. We agreed to meet in person at a local hot spot. We had written back a forth a bunch, I had asked lots of questions, I thought I had found someone interesting to date. He was nothing like I had expected. There were a few problems he forgot to mention: he just lost his job, he just lost his apartment and was living with his parents and oops, he did a lot of drugs. The “date” only lasted about 30 minuets, long enough for me to drink my coffee and chase the waitress down for the check. Yes, I ended up paying for the date. Dam it, if I wanted love, I was going to have to get it some place else. I headed out of the parking lot so fast, full of disappointment and ended up at the animal shelter.
Maybe I should head to the shelter first and skip the disappointments.
