Okay so it's been about three months that I've been "single" but I really have spent most of those three months feeling very disconnected, strangly not like a single girl but really sometimes very much alone. Odd. I can't even describe it. I think this is what happens when you think you are spending the rest of your life with someone and it abruptly becomes clear that perhaps you are not going to after all.
So I figured onward and upward I should meet some people. I keep threatening to write about the experience of "on line dating sites" because some of it is so ridiculous that I can barely stop laughing long enough to write some of the chaos that it brings.
So I joined POF otherwise known as Plenty of Fish. Clever name I might add. Intrigued I made a profile and joined. What harm could it do? I mean after all you can set your profile so that you only see certain people and you can get rid of the ones you don't like. In actuality it's like being thrown up on a stage naked. Or scantily clad. Who knew?
I first got a message from a gentlman...well....er...man. Okay dude. Our first exchange went like this.
Dude: Hey good lookin'
Me: Hello
Dude: Whatcha got cookin?
Me: Nothing
That was the end of that one. No no not so much. I hid him right away. I needed something a bit more "original" than that. The next one was 28 years old. Geez thought I....28....really? I have kids that age.....WTH?
Dude: Sup
Me: Hello
Dude: Do you have big nipples?
Me: Goodbye
End of that one. But I do think my face got hot and red after only two exchanges with him. Seriously? That's how you intend to score with an older woman? Oh come now Jr. You can do better than that...LOL.
Needless to say after about seven more exchanges from that site I deleted my profile and dumped off of POF. Those fish were far too "long in the tooth" and needed to be thrown out. Then carried to the dumpster to be taken to a landfill far far away.
I don't even have the strength or energy to write about the next few people I met on another site. But believe me I'm working up to a really good few stories. Trust me on this.
So as I enter the holiday season still single and still licking my wounds I am at least grateful that I am not spending time with any bad fish.










