So it would seem that, upon further investigation and the reading of multiple profiles, that men feel they have something to prove.
Hobbies and past times vary between white water rafting, yeti wrestling and great white shark baiting.
It seems to me to be very dull to be interested in a man that likes to watch a movie with a bottle of wine and a bucket of popcorn or go for a walk in the woods, kicking the leaves as you go.
Quite obviously, that is just not exciting enough for most women and I will find myself turning (even more) into the mad old cat lady.
When did 'ordinary' become a dirty word?
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Step 1, you find a girl/boy to love
I am coming to the rapid and unpleasant realisation that I'm getting old.
Having done the deed, taken the first step and actually signed up with a dating site, my age has moved into the next bracket. The men that I might actually be interested in are in that bracket, or worse, the one above it.
When did I get to the stage of planning dates with someone my dad's age? Ok, so he's not really 10 years old than me, but surely I'm too young to even be considering men of 50 as suitable/possible/potential options for dinner, drinks and we'll see what happens next?
It's not so much depressing as worrying that I'm running out of time, the buzzer is about to sound and I'll be put out to pasture as being past my prime, unsaleable or, worse, unwanted.
I have even sent out some mails, pinged a few pictures and shuddered at others. I don't know what I was expected just 3 days in, but more than this was definitely on that list.
Do people really expect to gain interest from potential partners when they've cropped a picture of themselves with their latest ex, or with a post coital cigarette hanging out of the side of their mouths?
Am I missing something important about basic good manners, or do I just want the unachievable dream?
Having done the deed, taken the first step and actually signed up with a dating site, my age has moved into the next bracket. The men that I might actually be interested in are in that bracket, or worse, the one above it.
When did I get to the stage of planning dates with someone my dad's age? Ok, so he's not really 10 years old than me, but surely I'm too young to even be considering men of 50 as suitable/possible/potential options for dinner, drinks and we'll see what happens next?
It's not so much depressing as worrying that I'm running out of time, the buzzer is about to sound and I'll be put out to pasture as being past my prime, unsaleable or, worse, unwanted.
I have even sent out some mails, pinged a few pictures and shuddered at others. I don't know what I was expected just 3 days in, but more than this was definitely on that list.
Do people really expect to gain interest from potential partners when they've cropped a picture of themselves with their latest ex, or with a post coital cigarette hanging out of the side of their mouths?
Am I missing something important about basic good manners, or do I just want the unachievable dream?
Monday, November 15, 2010
Liar, liar, pants on fire
It would appear that Hollywood has been lying ot us all these years.
Men do not hang around on street corners or in libraries or coffee shops, randomly waiting to meet the girl of their dreams.
Apparently you have to work at it. You have to make an effort and go out there stand in front of people, either face to face or on the interweb, looking for emale order men.
Internet dating has, of course, lost much of its sordid and hushly spoken reputation of a few years ago, but it does still seem like a last resort of the lonely, pathetic and vaguely miserable.
There are multiple tales of success. Most sites proclaim on their home pages how they lose customers every day, becaase they've found love. Peddling the dream that love is out there for all, but these days it's a direct cost that's lining someone's deep pockets.
I know people around me who are happy and relaxed and have made achieved the twin goals of marriage AND children.
I just want a nice man, which is harder to locate than the eponymous needle, it would seem.
Men do not hang around on street corners or in libraries or coffee shops, randomly waiting to meet the girl of their dreams.
Apparently you have to work at it. You have to make an effort and go out there stand in front of people, either face to face or on the interweb, looking for emale order men.
Internet dating has, of course, lost much of its sordid and hushly spoken reputation of a few years ago, but it does still seem like a last resort of the lonely, pathetic and vaguely miserable.
There are multiple tales of success. Most sites proclaim on their home pages how they lose customers every day, becaase they've found love. Peddling the dream that love is out there for all, but these days it's a direct cost that's lining someone's deep pockets.
I know people around me who are happy and relaxed and have made achieved the twin goals of marriage AND children.
I just want a nice man, which is harder to locate than the eponymous needle, it would seem.
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