If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Many of us women have already figured out that dating is as good a feeling as that pap smear tool after being in a freezer, yet still, we keep trying until we get it right. Hence, my second time around trying my hand at online dating.
For those of you who know me, you’re probably wondering why I haven’t just given up. For those of you who don’t know me, by the time I’ve posted 20 entries on this blog, you’ll also wonder why I haven’t given up.
As cliché as it sounds, I decided to get back online in hopes of meeting someone I wouldn’t ordinarily meet in my normal settings. I consider myself a decent looking woman, educated and smart and don’t have too much baggage so why the hell am I still single? Could it be my lack of variety?
Although I’ve made a few attempts to expand my social network and activities, I still end up doing the same old stuff – birthday parties (club), anniversary parties (club), girls night out (club), somewhere with the kids (everywhere married men are), comedy (club), work (nothing but middle age to decrepit men).
Whenever I try expanding interests, it doesn’t seem to get any better. For instance wine tasting (see men with their significant others or with OTHER men), hiking (men I am NOT even remotely interested in), chocolate tasting mixers (men who are looking for the size 2 bimbo) and I even tried line dancing (you can figure out how that went).
The solution to attracting some variety? Online dating. The added bonus? I wasn’t going it alone this time, but would have the morale support (and someone else to share $hits and giggles) of one of my dearest friends.
Ah decisions, decisions.
There are so many online dating sights out there like the big hitters -eHarmony, Black People Meet (and trust, there were ALL types of nationalities on there), Match, and the infamous Plenty of Fish (also known as Plenty of Freaks) to the newer sites such as Zoosk and OkCupid. Obviously, there were some which faced immediate elimination from being considered, so finally, we agreed on one and plunked down our hard earned money and signed up.
I keep telling myself, I am not desperate at all, but just bored and tired of meeting the same types of men in the same types of places. Interestingly enough what I’m finding is no matter where you meet people, whether online or in a laundromat, they all seem to have the same traits in common – many are full of crap.
I can’t wait to share these adventures, adding to my hangovers.