Swimming in the Dating Pool Again

28 Nov

Recently, my husband and I decided to separate.  Although it’s sad, it’s necessary and amicable and we’ll both be better off.  It will be hard on my daughter at first, but in the end I’d rather have her see two healthy parents on their own than two people miserable in a marriage.  I would never want her to think our relationship is a model for a successful and happy marriage.

That being said, I now have to do the dreaded…get back into the dating game.  Ugh.  I’d rather have several root canals than go on a date with some creep.  It’s been several years since I’ve been out there so I’m a little rusty.  So, I decided to check out match.com for the hell of it to see what’s out there…OMG.

I put my profile out there with a cute picture and within minutes I’m getting bombarded with “winks” and “likes”.  Cool, I thought, until I checked out who was winkin’ and likin’.  All scary.  Two were from Colorado and Los Angeles, which I’m guessing are scam artists so I immediately delete.  One had no photo and was from a local city with a state prison.  Gone.  The others were guys that looked like they should be in prison or could be my grandpa.  Yuck!

I’m immediately turned off and depressed.  So, this is what my dating life will be?  Full of scary, creepy perverts looking for a piece?  No thanks.  I’d rather stay home and watch reruns of the  “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills”.  Hell, I’d rather watch hours of static on TV and watch paint dry than date losers like that.

The next day, I thought I’d take another look at my profile.  I was surprised to see a couple that weren’t scary.  The guys actually seemed normal and didn’t look like they should be on death row.  They sent nice emails, nothing sick or twisted, so I thought why not just say “Hi”.  What could it hurt?  It’s not like they know my name or where I live.  It’s all very secretive…I feel like I’m on a covert dating operation.

Turns out both guys are nice and not weird.  So, I’ll keep emailing and maybe down the road chat on the phone or meet for coffee.  I’m not ever going to meet anyone shutting myself off from the outside world but I’m not going to be stupid and be an open book either.  In fact, I’m kind of liking the whole mysterious undercover thing.  I think I’ll go by Lana and sport a wig and sunglasses on the first meeting…or will I?

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