Excerpts from a Diary

Dating or something like it!

So I have joined an online dating network. I know, I know, but crawl out of the stigma for a second and listen to this. I got on match.com and am doing okay for myself. I got several winks since adding my picture.

But I feel like the pickings on these websites are as small as those in Newark! I mean you have to ask yourself after you read someone's profile - what is wrong with you? Like if you are out there trying to hook up with someone online then there must be something wrong with you. I know what is wrong with me, the dating pool in am wading in is filthy and so murky I don't know a shark from a goldfish.

Most of the men that have "winked" at me are 33-37 years old - there goes that dating my dad feeling again. But I was looking at their profiles and a lot of them seem like nice guys. I was really impressed with what a lot of them had to say about themselves. But in real life, outside of cyberspace if any of these guys were to approach me I would tell them "beat it pops". What makes the same approach "ok" online. I guess when you sign up online you are admitting that there is a ounce of desperation in your search for true love, and once that is out there in the air you forgive the 30-something and the between-jobs profiles. But this is just not part of the acceptable quota in the real world. I find myself being faltered when a man "winks" at me for am mere fact that he found me attractive. If a man literally winked at me on the street for the same reason I would be offended. What is the difference? The same man with two kids, living in his mother's house and working part time is of a better quality if he talks to me online?

I have tried to keep my standards the same since entering the match.com scene. I have to admit it is nice talking to complete strangers and finding common ground and the safety net of a username is better than running into him on the street and trading cell numbers.

On a brighter note I got asked out yesterday. I am not to excited though the last lawyer to ask me out was a jerk and I am not about to fall into the trap again. So I have been given the option of making the first step. I was looking at his business card and he works in New York - what is wrong with him. He is a 30-something and single, money maker with a funny bone and he is in New York so where are all the women that should be clamoring down his door? I am being asked to squeeze that piece of fruit that has been on the shelf for 20 years again. What to do?

posted by Onika @ 6:41 AM