-->Yesterday I wrote a rather bleak and humorous view on the joys of internet dating. While the goal, at least for me, is to leave “the internet” and find a real live human to relate to outside the chatty box of life, I might have erred on the estrogen side of the virtual playground. A tad.
But the egg doesn't fall far from the testosterone tree either. So to speak. My male readers had a lot to say about my post.
They made valid points.
"Well the first guy seemed a bit to clingy. I saw red flags.
Personally I use "I command you" instead of "I wish for you to." Little humor there.
The second guy seemed to just be at the end of his rope with online dating and has now become callus and defensive. If he's already frustrated with the situation as a whole then things like the calling with unknown numbers will set him off. He's thinking you're up to something.
Remember, for all the nonsense you have put up with there are guys putting up with nonsense from the female side.
So the whole thing becomes a vicious circle. I think online is really not the best place to meet people. There's to much to misread.
But then again it works out wonderfully for a select few."
Author Charles Gramlich who writes Razored Zen had an interesting observation on my taste in cerebral men and Vinny (Bond) who occasionally loans out Guido and Bruno for my protection and recently became engaged to a lovely woman he met on a dating site (!) was concerned I'd offended Kiefer Sutherland by misspelling his name. Thanks for looking out for me, Vin. That's probably why he cancelled our date!
I am not talking to you, okay? You are all wonderful....*
So I'll keep writing about my adventures. It's good therapy with good friends right here.
And I'll remember that when I DO find a connection I WON'T be blogging about it. -->
Sometimes I use humor to cover up pain or loneliness (there I said it) and sometimes I use it to self-analyze, at times a bit of both. Many people at this stage of their lives have been disillusioned - both sexes - but the fine line between allowing yourself to be jaded and bravely looking at the truth life has thrown in your romantic direction is indeed a fine - and sometimes sobering - line. I think my reaction to this fork in the road is normal. You do tend to score up the past and connect the dots while taking personal inventory. Guilty as charged. But in my writing here, even with everyone watching, I find it hard to censor. It's one thing to say to someone "Oh. Stop looking. Just when you least expect it....Get back on the horse and all rest yada yada" from well-meaning friends (and they are!) but it is quite another to take a look in the mirror and wonder how many times you're going to have to saddle up.
Thanks for listening.
Yesterday's post: Lie To Me and Other Fantasy MenCopyright © 2006-2009 Mimi Lenox. All Rights Reserved.
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