Reports from the Dating Scene – Part II

I’m never going to get to have sex again!

Okay – that isn’t true. I’m sure the latest guy would have loved to accommodate me except he killed himself off before the first date.

Who the fuck asks for a dress size?

Granted last night was St. Patrick’s Day and he probably was drinking but still...have just a bit more class.

What’s next? Cup size?

Admittedly sex is one of the major goals of this process. I understand that. But no way in Hell is anyone is going to get me in bed that way. Lust is all in the mind, chemistry is something undefined, so don’t rush let it seep into you, let it take root, give it time.

Then there was the guy who wanted me to give feedback on which of his profile pictures I liked best.

Insecure much?

Please, confidence is charming. Don’t expect me to pander to your vanity. It isn’t my job to make you feel better about yourself. Nor is it my job to help you sell yourself to other women. Ouch!

I just realized that often that is why we date for distraction and affirmation. Although I can’t think of a worse way to get affirmation than by dating since the failure rate is so high. Although as a numbers game it isn’t bad if you are going for quantity of partners. What a depressing thought!

Back to the grind…

Licks!

Reports from the Dating Scene – Part I

Yes, I’m single.

Yes, I’ve decided to start dating again.

Yes, this is a painful process not for the faint of heart. But I’d like to have a lover again… soon.

A friend said to me that there was no good or bad in life, only good stories and bad stories. The problem is that bad dates make better story fodder.

Take my first week of online dating.

My profile is a bit on the vague side – less information fewer assumptions and more mystery don’t you know. But I received an email from a cowboy who had decided that we were “searching for the same qualities” in a life partner. Since I state that I’m not looking for the love of my life where did he find this information I wonder.

I shouldn’t be cruel.

Dating is hard. Connecting with someone is fraught with dangerous pitfalls and ego damage. Dating is more like jumping from a plane without a parachute.

So why am I committing suicide?

Probably for the same reason everyone else is. They are looking for a connection, if only briefly to another human being.

Which brings us to the next trend I’m seeing.

The week starts out light and then as the weekend approaches the frequency of emails jumps but if I don’t commit to a date – coffee, dinner, drinks – by Friday afternoon I rarely hear from them again. So…are they looking for a date or a one-night-stand?

Mmmm…. Me thinks they have sex on their mind.

This is what occurred in week one – we will see what happens in week two.

I’d say “wish me luck,” but I’m not yet convinced I want to get lucky.

Licks!