I have spent the last couple months or so sort of in a state of reflection. I decided to be a homebody for a few weeks and give myself a break from social pressures. I've had two relationships fall apart on me in the last two years, the last one being entirely my fault. Soooo... I thought maybe if I just took a break for a while, I'd have a better mindset to start dating again. After a few weeks, I felt I was ready to at least start looking. I joined a couple online dating sites and waited to see what happened.

     I got a few messages and winks and I responded to those I found interesting.  After a couple days I met two gentlemen I started e-mailing and IMing and, after a few days, talking to on the phone. I found them both great conversationalists with great senses of humor. I made a date with one for dinner on a Wednesday night and the other I was to meet at a little tavern on a Friday night.

     Well.... Wednesday rolled around and I drove to the restaurant. I arrived early, on purpose, so I could see him come in. I was sitting near a window and saw a gentleman get out of a car driven by an older woman, she then left the parking lot. Somehow I knew this was going to be my date, and sure enough, it was.  Dropped off by his mother... fan-fucking-tastic. This man who approached my table looked nothing like the picture I had seen of him... at least he hadn't looked like that man in the ten years. I couldn't believe it. I was dressed nicely in a skirt and heels (and hose, of course) and he was wearing flip-flops, tattered shorts and a sleeveless black t-shirt that barely covered his beer-gut. His comment was "Gee, I feel under-dressed." No shit, I thought. Anyway... it was the longest two hours I've ever spent in a restaurant in my life. He spent the entire evening talking about car-racing, football and fishing. None of which he mentioned in his profile or conversations, previously. I made an excuse and left before he had the chance to ask me for a ride home.

     Needless to say, I was really not looking forward to Friday night, and that was a good thing. An hour before I was to leave for this date, the phone rang. It was him, saying that he'd run a little short on cash and would it be possible if he just came over to my house. I just laughed and asked him if he was kidding.... there was a long pause and then the line went dead.

     Sooo.... those are my adventures in online dating so far. Jealous? :P