In the midst of my various little online flirtations, one name kept popping up in my Inbox. I didn't give it a lot of consideration because his screen name had the word "Sensual" in it and I didn't want to start out with sensuality being the focal point of our interaction. (What? Too Literal? Moi??) But he was persistent so I finally figured, "Why not talk to him? What could it hurt?" I could block him if he got too agressive.
It did concern me that he didn't post a profile picture, but I understand how, especially as we get older, we can become very insecure about our appearance. So, after about five friendly, intelligent messages I finally responded. Yeah, I admit, I responded in part because he put a little bit of a guilt trip on me - "so I guess you weren't interested? :'-(" I mean, how sad is that? I didn't want to hurt his feelings!
I emailed something innocuous but friendly and before long we were emailing and texting regularly. He emailed me a photo of himself and truthfully I didn't find him at all attractive. However, beauty is only skin deep, right? Haven't I always said that physical appearance really isn't all that important to me? Here was my chance to prove that to myself.
We talked on the phone and he was witty and charming. He did tend to look for any opportunity to "hint" at how he liked "pleasing a lady" and casually inserted into more than one email that he was "very talented orally" and I don't think he was talking about his elocution. That sort of grossed me out. I tried to dismiss it, figuring he'd just been without a woman for way too long.
Eventually I thought I was ready to meet him face to face. I told him I had just about an hour and a half, and yes, I purposely pre-arranged to have something else I had to do after that time. Planning my escape? Maybe...
I waited at Starbucks at the agreed-upon time and about ten minutes later he arrived.
He arrived. :-/
He was even more unappealing than his picture and he reminded me of somebody's Grandpa. Yes, I know, I am a Grandma, but I'm a vivacious Grandma! :-)
He was dressed very nicely and drove a nice car. He had a good job and had lived an interesting life. He was an excellent conversationalist. And I could not have been less interested.
I couldn't wait for that hour and a half to be over. I kept thinking was how "orally talented" he said he was and I nearly gagged on my Caramel Macchiato. I told him I needed to get going and made a beeline for the door. He insisted on walking me to my car. He had parked right beside me so we were sort of wedged there between our open car doors. I decided I could at least give him a hug since he drove an hour to see me, but I may have left some rubber in the parking lot as I careened away.
He texted me later that day and made reference to the fact that I "ran away" pretty fast. At first I denied it, but he was right. When he emailed that night and said he was hoping for our first kiss I knew I had to tell him that I was definitely not planning on a second date. I'm not sure how I worded it but he got the idea.
Lots of restaurants offer catfish as a featured item on their menus. Lots of people love catfish. I've tried to make myself like catfish. I've eaten it fried, baked, broiled and even grilled. But I don't like catfish and you can't do anything to make it appealing to me.
Mr. Sensuality was a catfish. I had to throw him back.
Maybe I need to use different bait...
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Minnows
When I was a little girl and my dad took me fishing, the first thing we had to do was to "bait the minnie trap" and wait for the schools of tiny little fishies to fill up the metal basket. Sometimes, if the water was clear and the minnows were plentiful I'd sit on a rock nearby and watch them swim into the trap and nibble at the bait. I thought it was interesting to observe them eating. They'd sort of grab a miniscule bite and then scurry off to go bump into a dozen of their brothers and then come back and grab another bite. They never seemed to get full, and they never seemed to particularly want to go anywhere else. They just bumped aimlessly about from here to there inside the basket, grabbing a bite whenever it occurred to them to do so.
I've met quite a few men like that as I've scanned the shallows and cast my bait into the water. The approach is usually a variation of, "Hi! I like your profile" followed by a smattering of emails and perhaps a phone call or two. Often, the man has no idea where he wants to go. He just wants to take a bite and flit away. He may want to talk until he gets a response, then he loses interest. I think it might be sort of a dating ADD or something.
Jeremie was one such a nibbler. He said hello, we chatted back and forth for a few days, then .... nothing. As far as I know, there was no sudden revelation that repulsed him. He just stopped writing. Robert was pretty much the same way. Then there was Doug. He lived nearby and I thought after a few conversations he might want to go for coffee with me. But we talked on the phone and when I didn't readily respond to his casual comment that he found phone sex "pretty hot" I never heard from him again. Another little bite and then off he went. There have been others too numerous to mention, and since they've all got basically the same M.O. it would be way too redundant to relate all the conversations here.
I wonder, have I missed something in the Internet Dating Etiquette Book? Is it okay to say hello, strike up a conversation with someone, and then after a couple of days just disappear? I was always taught that you say goodbye when you end a conversation, or at the very least offer an explanation as to why you feel you'd like to go down a different path.
I like closure. Whether I agree or disagree with the person I feel that it's just plain decent to say something to wrap things up! What would it hurt to say, "I've enjoyed talking to you but I don't feel we have enough in common to continue. I wish you the best?" Or something. Or ANYTHING!
I have to remember, though, that many fish have very small brains. They can't focus very long and are unable to function on a level much higher than those little minnows I watched so long ago. I guess I need to lower my expectations.
One other thing Dad taught me, however. Fishing takes patience and it takes diligence. And if you've got the essential tenacity you'll eventually end up with a primo catch! I still believe that the best one is out there somewhere and I plan on keeping my line wet and my net handy!
Until next time...
Love,
Angie
I've met quite a few men like that as I've scanned the shallows and cast my bait into the water. The approach is usually a variation of, "Hi! I like your profile" followed by a smattering of emails and perhaps a phone call or two. Often, the man has no idea where he wants to go. He just wants to take a bite and flit away. He may want to talk until he gets a response, then he loses interest. I think it might be sort of a dating ADD or something.
Jeremie was one such a nibbler. He said hello, we chatted back and forth for a few days, then .... nothing. As far as I know, there was no sudden revelation that repulsed him. He just stopped writing. Robert was pretty much the same way. Then there was Doug. He lived nearby and I thought after a few conversations he might want to go for coffee with me. But we talked on the phone and when I didn't readily respond to his casual comment that he found phone sex "pretty hot" I never heard from him again. Another little bite and then off he went. There have been others too numerous to mention, and since they've all got basically the same M.O. it would be way too redundant to relate all the conversations here.
I wonder, have I missed something in the Internet Dating Etiquette Book? Is it okay to say hello, strike up a conversation with someone, and then after a couple of days just disappear? I was always taught that you say goodbye when you end a conversation, or at the very least offer an explanation as to why you feel you'd like to go down a different path.
I like closure. Whether I agree or disagree with the person I feel that it's just plain decent to say something to wrap things up! What would it hurt to say, "I've enjoyed talking to you but I don't feel we have enough in common to continue. I wish you the best?" Or something. Or ANYTHING!
I have to remember, though, that many fish have very small brains. They can't focus very long and are unable to function on a level much higher than those little minnows I watched so long ago. I guess I need to lower my expectations.
One other thing Dad taught me, however. Fishing takes patience and it takes diligence. And if you've got the essential tenacity you'll eventually end up with a primo catch! I still believe that the best one is out there somewhere and I plan on keeping my line wet and my net handy!
Until next time...
Love,
Angie
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Blowfish!
I made it a practice not to make first contact. I'd struggled with my self-image my entire life and just when I'd finally gotten to the place where I thought I was okay (yeah, better late than never!) the last thing I needed was some man telling me in so many words, "thanks, but no thanks."
I was quite flattered when one morning I received a very sweet email from an extremely good-looking gentleman. I mean, this man was movie-star cute! He had a wonderful smile and his blue eyes sparkled. Yes, sparkled! His profile picture showed him to be well-built with chiseled features and a full head of gorgeous white hair, which seemed incongruous with his overall youthful appearance but nonetheless assured me that he was, in fact, within my age range. I wasted no time in replying. :)
He wrote back almost immediately and in the days that followed we corresponded several times a day. I learned that he was a widower, owned his own import business, lived in a huge house in the country (big income, big house, he confided - yes, that's verbatim,) and had a nineteen-year-old son that lived abroad. He lived in Canada and travelled extensively. Hmmm.....Canada. I like Canada....
I finally worked up the nerve to ask him what I had been wondering since we started corresponding. Why, praytell, had he selected me? He was lavishing me with attention, flattering and complimenting me at every turn, and we were making plans to talk on the phone during the holidays. He sent me sweet little music videos and told me all those things a woman wants to hear. But, the nagging question.....me?? I mean, he could probably have any woman that he wanted. He was attractive, wealthy, and intelligent. He obviously was a catch! He seemed to have it all. So why was he online, looking for someone with whom he could "spend the rest of my (his) life?"
A couple of days passed with no email and I just figured it was a busy time of the year for him, what with all the importing and whatnot. But I thought it was a wee bit coincidental that he chose that particular point in our correspondence to slack off. Actually, I was getting a little suspicious so I emailed him a fairly terse note that said, in essence, that I guessed he'd become distracted and obviously wasn't interested in developing our relationship further. I thanked him for his kind attention and wished him well. Other fish in the sea and all that jazz....
Oh my oh my, that sucker grabbed the hook and ran with it! Within a few short hours I received a pleading, almost pathetic response. "Please," he begged me, "give me another chance! I am so terribly sorry! Let me buy you something. I'll send you a present- anything you want! Money is no object..."
Money is no object? Why, that's enough to turn the head of any seasoned fisherwoman! But, really, now. Was that what I wanted? Someone who wanted to buy my affections?
Well, maybe.... ;)
But seriously, I told him no no no, that wasn't necessary. I magnanimously accepted his effluent apology and suggested that we just start over again. Which we did.
The correspondence picked up again. We were writing back and forth a couple of times a day and chatted now and then via instant messaging. Then, one evening, I got an ominous note. He had something to tell me and he wasn't sure that after I heard it that I'd want to talk with him any more.
Why, whatever could it be? By this time I'd convinced myself that we could talk through any potential problems and I assured him that he could tell me anything.
The next morning, this was waiting in my Inbox:
My dear Angie, I have something terribly difficult that I must tell you. I think you are an amazing woman and I have felt myself becoming more and more attracted to you. But I fear that you will not want to speak with me again if I tell you the truth. You see, I am black. Everything else I told you is true but I was afraid that you would reject me if you knew of my true race. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me and if you can, I promise never to lie to you again. Love, the Blowfish.
Really? REALLY?? I had never, not once, indicated in any way, shape or form that I was limiting my search to one particular race or culture. And, check me if I'm incorrect in this, but isn't this the 21st century?? What must he have thought of me to assume that I wouldn't talk to him because his skin was a different color than mine? I don't know whether I was madder at him because he lied to me or because he felt in necessary to lie!
Once my initial rage had quieted I responded to his heartfelt confession. After all, I thought, the poor guy. He must really have a lousy self-image, something to which I could relate. After properly chastising him for making assumptions about me and for feeling the need to lie about his heritage, I told him (yet again) that I was willing to start over, this time with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
I never got another email from him.
Love,
Angie
I was quite flattered when one morning I received a very sweet email from an extremely good-looking gentleman. I mean, this man was movie-star cute! He had a wonderful smile and his blue eyes sparkled. Yes, sparkled! His profile picture showed him to be well-built with chiseled features and a full head of gorgeous white hair, which seemed incongruous with his overall youthful appearance but nonetheless assured me that he was, in fact, within my age range. I wasted no time in replying. :)
He wrote back almost immediately and in the days that followed we corresponded several times a day. I learned that he was a widower, owned his own import business, lived in a huge house in the country (big income, big house, he confided - yes, that's verbatim,) and had a nineteen-year-old son that lived abroad. He lived in Canada and travelled extensively. Hmmm.....Canada. I like Canada....
I finally worked up the nerve to ask him what I had been wondering since we started corresponding. Why, praytell, had he selected me? He was lavishing me with attention, flattering and complimenting me at every turn, and we were making plans to talk on the phone during the holidays. He sent me sweet little music videos and told me all those things a woman wants to hear. But, the nagging question.....me?? I mean, he could probably have any woman that he wanted. He was attractive, wealthy, and intelligent. He obviously was a catch! He seemed to have it all. So why was he online, looking for someone with whom he could "spend the rest of my (his) life?"
A couple of days passed with no email and I just figured it was a busy time of the year for him, what with all the importing and whatnot. But I thought it was a wee bit coincidental that he chose that particular point in our correspondence to slack off. Actually, I was getting a little suspicious so I emailed him a fairly terse note that said, in essence, that I guessed he'd become distracted and obviously wasn't interested in developing our relationship further. I thanked him for his kind attention and wished him well. Other fish in the sea and all that jazz....
Oh my oh my, that sucker grabbed the hook and ran with it! Within a few short hours I received a pleading, almost pathetic response. "Please," he begged me, "give me another chance! I am so terribly sorry! Let me buy you something. I'll send you a present- anything you want! Money is no object..."
Money is no object? Why, that's enough to turn the head of any seasoned fisherwoman! But, really, now. Was that what I wanted? Someone who wanted to buy my affections?
Well, maybe.... ;)
But seriously, I told him no no no, that wasn't necessary. I magnanimously accepted his effluent apology and suggested that we just start over again. Which we did.
The correspondence picked up again. We were writing back and forth a couple of times a day and chatted now and then via instant messaging. Then, one evening, I got an ominous note. He had something to tell me and he wasn't sure that after I heard it that I'd want to talk with him any more.
Why, whatever could it be? By this time I'd convinced myself that we could talk through any potential problems and I assured him that he could tell me anything.
The next morning, this was waiting in my Inbox:
My dear Angie, I have something terribly difficult that I must tell you. I think you are an amazing woman and I have felt myself becoming more and more attracted to you. But I fear that you will not want to speak with me again if I tell you the truth. You see, I am black. Everything else I told you is true but I was afraid that you would reject me if you knew of my true race. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me and if you can, I promise never to lie to you again. Love, the Blowfish.
Really? REALLY?? I had never, not once, indicated in any way, shape or form that I was limiting my search to one particular race or culture. And, check me if I'm incorrect in this, but isn't this the 21st century?? What must he have thought of me to assume that I wouldn't talk to him because his skin was a different color than mine? I don't know whether I was madder at him because he lied to me or because he felt in necessary to lie!
Once my initial rage had quieted I responded to his heartfelt confession. After all, I thought, the poor guy. He must really have a lousy self-image, something to which I could relate. After properly chastising him for making assumptions about me and for feeling the need to lie about his heritage, I told him (yet again) that I was willing to start over, this time with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
I never got another email from him.
Love,
Angie
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A Nibble
Once I became more familiar with the format of the dating site, I was more receptive to those little "dings" I now recognized as invitations to live chat. On one of my days off, while I was trying to avoid housework, I got a greeting. Again some of these things defy description. It's better to just let you read the exchange....
HIM - Hello, I'm Mark. I have just moved to (my town)
ME - Hi, Mark!
HIM - You're veryyy good looking!
ME - Why thank you!
ME - It says you're from Nampa?
HIM - my mother died two months ago. She left me this house all free and clear.
ME - sorry to hear about your mom. What part of (my town)?
HIM - Just to the north
ME - that's where I live. maybe we're neighbors
HIM - I have a large head black lab male,, I stud him out,, I get $500 each time he mounts with a female.
ME - oohhhhkaaayy....
HIM - might have to get him fixed
HIM - not sure
HIM - I'm just looking for a bbw (big beautiful woman) to pamper and spoil,, long term
******
I couldn't do anything but stare at the screen after typing "oohhhhkaaayy...."
After about two minutes I closed the chat window.
When I finally recovered from the trauma of this little interchange I did a little search and found that there actually are such things as "block head labs" but at the time all I could think was that a) he was making some sort of anatomical reference to himself or b)....oh, you can figure that one out yourself!
Swim on by, mr. big head...errr...I mean...umm... little fishy.
Swim on by.
Love,
Angie
HIM - Hello, I'm Mark. I have just moved to (my town)
ME - Hi, Mark!
HIM - You're veryyy good looking!
ME - Why thank you!
ME - It says you're from Nampa?
HIM - my mother died two months ago. She left me this house all free and clear.
ME - sorry to hear about your mom. What part of (my town)?
HIM - Just to the north
ME - that's where I live. maybe we're neighbors
HIM - I have a large head black lab male,, I stud him out,, I get $500 each time he mounts with a female.
ME - oohhhhkaaayy....
HIM - might have to get him fixed
HIM - not sure
HIM - I'm just looking for a bbw (big beautiful woman) to pamper and spoil,, long term
******
I couldn't do anything but stare at the screen after typing "oohhhhkaaayy...."
After about two minutes I closed the chat window.
When I finally recovered from the trauma of this little interchange I did a little search and found that there actually are such things as "block head labs" but at the time all I could think was that a) he was making some sort of anatomical reference to himself or b)....oh, you can figure that one out yourself!
Swim on by, mr. big head...errr...I mean...umm... little fishy.
Swim on by.
Love,
Angie
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Your Check is in the Mail
Only a few days after I set up my dating profile, I got an interesting message from Tony. He told me he loved my profile and was very interested in getting to know me better. I noticed his spelling, grammar, and punctuation all left something to be desired but I attributed that to the fact that he had lived the first twenty five years of his life in Spain. He told me he had lost his father to cancer when he was a boy and that his mother had died of shock immediately afterward. He had been married but his wife died in childbirth. He was parenting a ten year old son by himself.
Tony told me that he was a design engineer from Tacoma, WA, but he and his son were currently in Malaysia where he was doing interior design for a client there. We corresponded back and forth daily and he seemed very excited to get to know all about me. After a week he announced that he thought he was in love with me. Hmmm. We hadn't even talked on the phone yet.
Still, I was willing to give him benefit of the doubt. After all, poor guy, he was typing in a second language, was overseas, was all alone with his only motherless son. What a saint! AND he idolized me! He kept telling me how beautiful I looked and how he was praying for a "God-fearing woman." I did think that was a little odd, seeing as how his profile listed him as an Atheist.
One morning after sending off a bubbly good morning email to this sweet, innocent man who adored me, I received an almost immediate response. I cannot do it justice so I'm going to copy the message here, complete with typos.
Hello, Angie
first I really want you to know that im really sorry for not responding on time just have a terrible day here and im thinking of you too and i don't think i will seek for any other woman well Angie i want you to know that i like you so much and im ready to spend the rest of my life with you. Richard is here with i find a private teacher for him while i work at the site the private teacher will keep him busy i work from 9am to 5pm Malaysia time. see i want you to know that ive been thinking of you so much and i cant wait to meet you but Angie im not really happy at all i lost my wallet this morning containing on the money i met to use to get some materials today for the site right now i cant work further bcos i need the materials my wallet contain the funds for it and my credit card is there too. i tried to see if i can use my bank of America acct or my business acct they i always use when i need money i found out that i cant even access that here in Malasia they have a low banking system and i have been paid for the contract deposit the money already in my bank of America acct but i cant access anything cant even find card to get the little fund i need to get those materials Angie im really sorry to tell you this and i believe if you do care you can do something about itwell i will send you another email shortly and i will show you my other business account which have online banking and i will show you my home page that i have money but i can't access here im sorry asking you this but i will be gald if you can jst lend this little funds i need for this materials whien i get home net week i will refund back your money to you all you need to do it to tell me how you want back your money maybe cashier check or send it via western union pls dont be harsh but if you are i will understand due to the fact that we haven't know each other long but i will be very much happy that this can happen to anybody and pls remember this is not my country let me know what you can do for me till im home. Tony
He did, indeed, send me a very legitimate-looking bank statement from the Banco Gulf Online Banking system, with a disclaimer at the bottom of the page saying "we have taken every steps to ensure security." Every steps. Wow.
So, still trying very hard to give him the benefit of the doubt I Googled the name of the bank. Try it. First thing that comes up has the word "scams" in it.
I wrote back to "Tony" with the subject line reading "your check is in the mail." I then proceeded to let him know exactly what I thought of him. I called him a predator and told him that I had let the webmaster know what he was doing. What a creep!
I felt like such a sucker! I should have seen it coming but I was new and willing to overlook what should have been warning signs. I really thought he was just innocent and a bit naieve. It didn't dawn on me prior to this last email that he might have been a scam artist. I consider myself fairly intelligent but I was drawn in by his sweetness and charm, and hooked by his status as a widower with a young child to raise on his own.
Later that day I got this short, terse email:
Why you be so mean i told you not so harsh and not be mean so bye.
Have I lost my one chance at true love? Have I carelessly tossed back a sweet little sunfish just because of a low banking system? We may never know.
Let's reel it in and call it a day, shall we?
Love,
Angie
Tony told me that he was a design engineer from Tacoma, WA, but he and his son were currently in Malaysia where he was doing interior design for a client there. We corresponded back and forth daily and he seemed very excited to get to know all about me. After a week he announced that he thought he was in love with me. Hmmm. We hadn't even talked on the phone yet.
Still, I was willing to give him benefit of the doubt. After all, poor guy, he was typing in a second language, was overseas, was all alone with his only motherless son. What a saint! AND he idolized me! He kept telling me how beautiful I looked and how he was praying for a "God-fearing woman." I did think that was a little odd, seeing as how his profile listed him as an Atheist.
One morning after sending off a bubbly good morning email to this sweet, innocent man who adored me, I received an almost immediate response. I cannot do it justice so I'm going to copy the message here, complete with typos.
Hello, Angie
first I really want you to know that im really sorry for not responding on time just have a terrible day here and im thinking of you too and i don't think i will seek for any other woman well Angie i want you to know that i like you so much and im ready to spend the rest of my life with you. Richard is here with i find a private teacher for him while i work at the site the private teacher will keep him busy i work from 9am to 5pm Malaysia time. see i want you to know that ive been thinking of you so much and i cant wait to meet you but Angie im not really happy at all i lost my wallet this morning containing on the money i met to use to get some materials today for the site right now i cant work further bcos i need the materials my wallet contain the funds for it and my credit card is there too. i tried to see if i can use my bank of America acct or my business acct they i always use when i need money i found out that i cant even access that here in Malasia they have a low banking system and i have been paid for the contract deposit the money already in my bank of America acct but i cant access anything cant even find card to get the little fund i need to get those materials Angie im really sorry to tell you this and i believe if you do care you can do something about itwell i will send you another email shortly and i will show you my other business account which have online banking and i will show you my home page that i have money but i can't access here im sorry asking you this but i will be gald if you can jst lend this little funds i need for this materials whien i get home net week i will refund back your money to you all you need to do it to tell me how you want back your money maybe cashier check or send it via western union pls dont be harsh but if you are i will understand due to the fact that we haven't know each other long but i will be very much happy that this can happen to anybody and pls remember this is not my country let me know what you can do for me till im home. Tony
He did, indeed, send me a very legitimate-looking bank statement from the Banco Gulf Online Banking system, with a disclaimer at the bottom of the page saying "we have taken every steps to ensure security." Every steps. Wow.
So, still trying very hard to give him the benefit of the doubt I Googled the name of the bank. Try it. First thing that comes up has the word "scams" in it.
I wrote back to "Tony" with the subject line reading "your check is in the mail." I then proceeded to let him know exactly what I thought of him. I called him a predator and told him that I had let the webmaster know what he was doing. What a creep!
I felt like such a sucker! I should have seen it coming but I was new and willing to overlook what should have been warning signs. I really thought he was just innocent and a bit naieve. It didn't dawn on me prior to this last email that he might have been a scam artist. I consider myself fairly intelligent but I was drawn in by his sweetness and charm, and hooked by his status as a widower with a young child to raise on his own.
Later that day I got this short, terse email:
Why you be so mean i told you not so harsh and not be mean so bye.
Have I lost my one chance at true love? Have I carelessly tossed back a sweet little sunfish just because of a low banking system? We may never know.
Let's reel it in and call it a day, shall we?
Love,
Angie
Monday, February 7, 2011
First Hit!
In the midst of reviewing the very first messages in my chosen dating site's Inbox, I heard a little dinging noise. After scanning my monitor and locating a flashing icon I discovered that the site offered instant messaging. With a mix of excitement and trepidation I clicked on the little icon and up came a window with a stimulating welcome. "Hello" he said. "Hello" I said in return. "How are you?" he said. "Fine. You?" I replied. (Oh, this is starting out swimmingly, I thought!) Once the formalities were completed, he decided to strike the line. Are you ready for it? Here it is...
"Do you have suckable toes?"
Oh baby. What I wanted to say was, "I"m fifty six years old; what do you think my toes are like?" What I actually said was something to the effect of ".....ummm, I don't think we're looking for the same thing in a relationship." However, exhibiting extreme tenacity he plunged ahead with his second query...
"What size pants do you wear?"
I closed the chat window.
Love,
Angie
"Do you have suckable toes?"
Oh baby. What I wanted to say was, "I"m fifty six years old; what do you think my toes are like?" What I actually said was something to the effect of ".....ummm, I don't think we're looking for the same thing in a relationship." However, exhibiting extreme tenacity he plunged ahead with his second query...
"What size pants do you wear?"
I closed the chat window.
Love,
Angie
Wetting my line
Greetings and Salutations, dear reader!
I recently ended a tumultuous five year relationship. Now, you should know that prior to the aforementioned union I was married for twenty three years. I'm informing you of this merely to emphasize that I am NOT a minnow nor do I have much experience in internet relationships. But I was lonely, bored, and feeling adventurous one evening so I joined one of those free online dating sites. After years of disappointment and frustration I felt that I was in a place where I knew exactly what I wanted. I set out to compose my profile in such a way as to express precisely who I was and the type of man I was looking for. I included a couple of photos that showed me as I really was - no glamour shot or photoshopping. If anyone wanted to date me they would be well informed before any interaction took place.
I think I did a pretty good job of describing myself. I asked my adult daughters to review the final draft of my profile before I posted it and they agreed that it was accurate. So I took a deep breath and hit "Submit."
I was actually stunned at the volume of responses I received. I am a rather ordinary looking, plus-sized woman and I really thought I'd be "lucky" (note the quotation marks) to hear from one or two lonely middle aged men. Surprisingly, I got more emails than I could answer! How exciting! I quickly and earnestly set out to respond to everyone who had taken the time to write me.
Wow. Did I get an education! In the days to come I will be sharing this wealth of knowledge I have obtained with you, dear reader. For today, however, I will leave you to ponder this question:
If there are Plenty of Fish in the Sea, then why am I catching only Flounders?
Love,
Angie
I recently ended a tumultuous five year relationship. Now, you should know that prior to the aforementioned union I was married for twenty three years. I'm informing you of this merely to emphasize that I am NOT a minnow nor do I have much experience in internet relationships. But I was lonely, bored, and feeling adventurous one evening so I joined one of those free online dating sites. After years of disappointment and frustration I felt that I was in a place where I knew exactly what I wanted. I set out to compose my profile in such a way as to express precisely who I was and the type of man I was looking for. I included a couple of photos that showed me as I really was - no glamour shot or photoshopping. If anyone wanted to date me they would be well informed before any interaction took place.
I think I did a pretty good job of describing myself. I asked my adult daughters to review the final draft of my profile before I posted it and they agreed that it was accurate. So I took a deep breath and hit "Submit."
I was actually stunned at the volume of responses I received. I am a rather ordinary looking, plus-sized woman and I really thought I'd be "lucky" (note the quotation marks) to hear from one or two lonely middle aged men. Surprisingly, I got more emails than I could answer! How exciting! I quickly and earnestly set out to respond to everyone who had taken the time to write me.
Wow. Did I get an education! In the days to come I will be sharing this wealth of knowledge I have obtained with you, dear reader. For today, however, I will leave you to ponder this question:
If there are Plenty of Fish in the Sea, then why am I catching only Flounders?
Love,
Angie
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