Online Dating: You do WHAT for a living?????

A couple of my friends and fellow bloggers are involved in online dating. I have spent a lot  of time laughing at their exploits. 

How is online dating different from regular dating? I really don't know. But somehow it is. 

I have one friend who has had two dates and ended up paying for both meals when his credit card was rejected. 

My Daughter got a email suggesting some things I won't mention here, but were inappropriate.

I don't know if it is much different. Some of my online dates have been memorable. I remember one guy who told me, he was 6 ft 3 in tall, handsome, was a manger at jc penny's. When I met him he was about 5'7" blind in one eye, well both his glasses were thicker then mine, and he was a custodian at well, this was right JCpenny's. Denise to this day teases me about him. He had more hair then your average pekinese and picked his teeth. All the time. We went out to dinner and it turned out the only reason he took me out was because he had a 25 dollar gift card as a christmas bonus from his job. He had been saving it for a special occaison, (I felt good about that) but please do not go over 25. the cheapest thing on the menu was 15.00 hmmmm. Well I offered to pay for mine. Which I did, and he actually puffed up and got indignant when I mentioned splitting the tip. Tip? Whats that? Apparently the only resturants he had been to was macdonalds. So I left the tip. last date. But not the last I heard from him. Denis called me and tolld me:He called her and tried to pick her up. Hmmm  Something wrong with this picture? Bye Bye!

Another Gentlemen invited me to coffee, we had a great conversation, it looked like we were going to hit it off, then his credit card was declined. Declined for 5 dollars?????? Well money isn't everything. Until of course he asked me to borrow 20 to get a cab home. Sure, it was worth it to get rid of him. 

Another gentlemen I met came down from DC, He was a nice enough guy. We went on a tour of 

the city. His idea of eating out was subway, but that's okay. Denise liked him, but she always has suspected he was married. I don't know, but we still correspond by email. We have never gotten together. 

The next one  I met came riding in on his BMW. I was impressed. until he told me how he afforded it. at this point let me mention guys and gals the 5 things you probably shouldn't mention on a first date:

Tales of your slightly deranged family members The fact that your previous partner stalks you How you admire Hitler’s leadership ability That all your exes have dumped you Previous criminal activity/ incarceration Yep, that's right he was the dealer of Mary Jane on his job. Date over and fast.  Online dating is far more stressful then regular dating, but you must admit you get some interesting stories to blog about. If you live to tell.  The one nice one I met so far, I still write to. We just are not compatible. Too Bad. He told the truth to.  Well, maybe. I can't seem to get him after certain hours and he disappears on weekends. Oh well, so much for Match.com. I probably won't qualify for EHarmony, My daughter does Yahoo, maybe I'll just stay home and drink my own coffee. I don't have to pay for it or share it, and I don't have to worry about His credit card. Just mine.  Sounds like a winner to me.

Simple Saturday

As you know I have been on the Match.Com trail searching for the perfect mate. Everyday match sends me matches that are perfect for me. 

Now forgive me if I am to picky, but i  just can't see myself happy with a 65 year old gentleman who calls himself Whoohoofun or a 56 year old man called leprechaun. I did email a gentle called Daniel Island guy, not original but still, a little more down to earth. 

I'm still looking.

of Choices, Disasters and Love

I love disaster movies. Hurricanes, Tornado's, Earthquakes, Bugs, you name it I watch them. I once spent a whole weekend watching Sci Fi  channel's disaster special. It had the attack of every bug you could think of, and then some. 

If you watch as many as I have you begin to realize how predictable they are. There is always the person (the star usually) who discovers the problem and tries to warn the president or someone that the problem is coming. 

The big guy of course doesn't want to spend the money or panic the world so he denies it and goes on. Then there is the guy or gal who believes in the good guy because they are in love, usually married separated or dating and separated, because the whole idea of the movie is for them to realize they are really in love and need to reunite. they always survive. You know that from the beginning, else how would they get back together. Oh yes, one has to save the other. Then of course there is the great great great aunt, cousin old friend or mother in law who stays in her home because its her home, dag nab it! and I ain't leavin.

Got the picture. OK open movie guide, insert title and there you have it! Your plot, your characters, just name your disaster. 

Isn't it to bad life isn't like that? I remember my grandmother  telling me one day, 

"Honey, the one that misses you is not the one to worry about,"  How true.

Life is full of choices. I have made many good, many more bad.But don't we all?

It would seem our minus usually outweigh our pluses, but if we look closely enough sometime good comes out of the minus', if only that we learned a hard lesson. 

My very first truly serious boyfriend was after I returned to California after college. He gave me a ticket on my way to work. Yes, he was a cop, uh er, police officer.

The next day, he stopped me because my rear tire was low. OK.

The third day he  stopped me because he didn't see my sticker, oops there it was.

The fourth day, I asked him why he was harassing me, and he said:

"Don't you know?' 

"Nope, can't imagine."

"Because we are going to get married."

"okay, well if that's the case I should probably know your name don't you think?"

And so started for me, the first great romance of my life. It still effects me today.

It's funny when I think, I wasn't scared at all. Back then, Policeman were authority figures, and you just weren't afraid of them.

But even then it took ten more stops, 10 days for him to convince me he was serious. 

On the last day he just said:

"Enough of this, time we went out."

I asked him where, and what he would do if I didn't go out with him, and he said San Francisco was where and he would arrest me until I said yes. 

I went. 

And so began I know the greatest relationship of my life, but two weeks before we were going to get marrieds, He was killed in a car accident while on duty. 

Choices.  If I had made any other choice, it would have cost me 15 months that I would not have traded for anything. My friend wrote a blog on about Choices, which makes a interesting commentary some of the choices we make.

The second choice I made a few months later was simply and purely rebounding. I tried to get out of it several times then gave in. I should have listened to my bells and whistles. We were married for 25 years, no abuse, or anything, just... nothing. 

Well I can't say nothing, three beautiful children, and that's where the good comes in, for even with bad choices, something good happens. This relationship still haunts my life, I still look for him in everyone. This makes my online dating experience a little harder and does not make it easy for the gentleman I am talking to. I need to stop this. I need to make my choices based on reality not past. I need to take my lumps, not creat my own disaster movie.

As my mother and the whole world says: 

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. 

And that, I believe is the story of all choices. 

Taking the plunge. signing up

I have a friend whom I think is psychic, but she laughs and says it is only coincidence. She posted a blog on early morning exercise last week just as Denise was starting to exercise at 4am. This week she did a blog on the subject of Online Dating. The same day 6 hours after I did mine. 

Zandria  has a regular feature on Blog Her, and she was responsible for my blogging in the first place. She came to visit us in Florida, it was the first time (yes really, I have lived a sheltered life) any way the first time I heard of blogging. I read hers and followed her for a minute, then read others,

I decided with our move to South Carolina, that would be a good time to start. 

Zandrias' blog  told me how to fill out the profile. I am not an exciting person, So how do I fill this out to make myself interesting?

Well the thought hit me, that I may be trying to hard. I don't want a relationship per Se, unless the right person comes along. I just want to go out and have fun with someone who has like interests. A friend. Is that possible in  this  medium?

And the options, Do I go to Christian Dating? Do I go to (God Forbid) Senior Dating? How old is senior? I thought that was 80 or 90. Well that does leave me out. 

I muddled through the first part, Of course I know my own description, and pretty much got through the second and third. But telling what I like , got a little difficult because I really don't know.

Another friend, who is also a blogger wrote a blog on Choices. It made me think a lot  about choices we made. She talks about soul mates, and love and making the ultimate decision. My two true loves, were ended one by death and one by my choice. A choice I have regretted for years.

I would like to include her blog, because it says so much, but I don't have permission to link her blog her. 

So now my adventure begins I am signed on to Match.com. Well almost. I am going o have my daughter help me sound exciting on the last page. So I start my search. 

Life, as we know it, definitely goes on.