So it’s official. I am off all (two) online dating sites. I got refunded (seriously) from the site that had dummy dates responding to my ‘likes’. I caught on to that one quickly. At least they listened to my complaint, although they did say they were hackers not employees. Who knows? Who cares?
Naw, it wasn’t for me. I was into online dating about ten years ago and it was fine. I guess I’m just in a different place now. I got bored and I don’t get bored. I admit I didn’t try very hard but it wasn’t fun. It felt like a game, in my case, women picking and choosing from photos of men that may or may not have been current or even real or if they were real, they were taken five hundred yards away and were too blurry to make out. Then there were the pics of men astride a souped up Harley. Uh huh. May as well know straight away. I know, I’ve become a fucking judgey cynical bitch. No wonder I’m single.
I recently went to a conference in Vegas. Yes, we all know what happens in Vegas, yadayadayada. Nothing. Nothing happened until the last night at the closing party and dance after too many gin and tonics (way too much lemon) and after too many days sitting in chairs. I danced my ass off, which felt wonderful. And I met a man. A real one. He seemed my type. He approached me. We danced. We talked. We laughed. We exchanged emails. It was on.
I heard from him for a week or so after Vegas. Not anymore. He had mentioned he was interested in ‘meeting lots of different women’ which is not code for being non-committal. Fine. But I guess he found another woman since I haven’t heard from him since early October.
I have no plan B, C, or D on the dating front. Ever reassuring, my friends say, “If it’s meant to be it will happen”. “It will happen when you least expect it”. “You’re such a catch, you just have to keep your line out there”.
I had once considered taking a fly fishing course. There’s no time like the present.