For some reason, I give it a try every five years dating back to when I was 30.
Since I’m paying, I send messages when I find a guy who sounds nice. And if you have any online dating stories you want to share, or if you’re out here with me in the wild west of singlehood, let’s commiserate together.
The problem is that I don't know any older, single men in my social circle, neither do my single women friends.
This is obviously the reason for this new way of meeting people.
The most memorable of these experiences included a big Tom sneaking up from behind and turning the tables on me high above the valley floor on a ridge that in an instant re-defined my station in life from Hunter to Prey.
I survived the encounter with an even greater admiration for .
Not jump out of a plane crazy, because I don’t have a death wish, but something out of my comfort zone. What I won’t be sharing: Names (of the innocent or guilty still remains to be seen) Which sites I’m on Personal details (think vague but clear enough to be understood) I actually waded my way in at the end of the year and I have to tell you, there are a lot of folks on these sites. I get a message now and then, and one guy even called me beautiful. Not sure how often I’ll have anything to share, but maybe I’ll slide in funny stories of my past experiences.This is just a new technology to replace the marriage broker of past generations.My Russian great-grandfather had never met his bride until their wedding day. When she lifted her veil, so the story goes, he exclaimed, "She's so ugly! But a lot of it was stressful and kicked my butt and as a result, I dropped a lot of balls. So it’s time to get back on the horse, in more ways than one, and I figured why not do something crazy? Other than the first venture, the experiences haven’t been positive, which is probably why it takes five years to try again. So I’m back in the game and I’ll be sharing the journey. Add in a lovely Christmas with family and it wasn’t all bad. That’s back when Yahoo Personals was the only game in town, so that tells you how long ago it was.
That's really scary, I said to Heather, my 46-year-old trainer. Heather insisted, it was not about a new set of exercises that she was promoting, it was for me to get online on a dating site. We did together, one ninety-year-old man had found my profile interesting -- well, that's a relief. His photo looked a lot younger than his supposed age. A young man in his sixties wrote he wanted to meet me.