I know many of you are anxious to hear how my online dating is going. What’s happening? you ask. We’re dying to know.
Well, I’ve been on all but one date because he was the only one to show any interest to proceed to that point. He was a super nice guy. We had three dates: A coffee date, a movie date, and a glass of wine/beer date. All involved interesting conversation, easy and comfortable interaction, laughter.
What, say you, was the problem?
There was no, I really want to see this guy again, no schwing.
He would have made a terrific man to pal around with (movies, coffee, wine, conversation) but of course he wanted more. When you’re on ‘dating sites’ you’re usually looking for more – in one way or another. He was very clear on what he wanted – a woman to have a solid relationship with. Good for him. I’m not as clear. I guess I want a relationship, with the right man, but in a more non-traditional way. But what defines that? I don’t think I’m as clear as he seems to be. Shit, I still have a way to go.
Scratch date #1. (I may regret it)
I’ve had many lookie-loos who do just that – look. (note: number of profile views) No comments, no replies to my queries, they just seem to comb the territory to see what’s available.
I had one guy IM me the minute I went online one evening. He was handsome with white hair and a tanned body – handsome grandpa. He said he was going offline soon and asked if he could have my phone number so he could follow up and call me once he was off the site. When I asked him why he was going off Match he said that they were kicking him off – he didn’t know why. (Hmmm) I told him I don’t give out my phone number and he was immediately gone.
It seems not uncommon for women to get lots of attention when they’re new (like me) from the old stragglers who have been Matching it for some time. A lot of seventy plus men – agism I know but I’m just not there yet. Anyone I contact or show interest in does not return the compliment.
So there you have it. Online dating in a nutshell.
I’m sure it gets better. Perseverance I remind myself. Don’t quit now. At least see the three paid months through. Besides, it’s summer. Not the ideal time to online date. I should be out and about – at bars, in restaurants, at social events. Uh huh. I should be. And I am, usually with a gaggle of women which never bodes well when trying to meet a man.
Onward. It’s another sunny summer day.