Back in the Saddle ....

.... again.

Meaning that I'm back in the on-line dating pool.
And discovering that I think I really hate this pool.

I had only done it for a month or so before I met the last guy I dated.
And I didn't really enjoy it then, either.

I don't feel comfortable being sent "flirts" or "cards" or "winks" or any other cute little site-generated greeting.
Why can't people just write "Hi.  You sound interesting .... can I ask you a few things?"  Or something as cautious as that?
So far I've had 3 men declare that I am, indeed, their "match".
Indeed.
After less than one week on line.
And that's before one word has passed between us .... via email or otherwise.

Forgive me for sounding jaded .... but I am.
Fool me once ...... or so it goes.

I find that I'm not fully trusting of these gentlemen.
And I would dare say that some of them ..... are not gentlemen.

I'm afraid that I'm not going to last very long in the internet dating pool.
It's just too hard to trust that these people are who, and what, they say they are.
Kudos to those who put it all out there, or what would appear to be all.
"I've been divorced three times.  The divorces weren't necessarily my idea."
Well that's all fine and dandy ..... but I'd love to know the 3 ex-wives' theories.

And what I really want to ask is ..... "Do you REALLY want to be married a fourth time?!"
Talk about a glutton for punishment.
I suppose.

I will not be wife #4.
Hell, I will not even EVER be wife #3.
Unless he's been widowed twice.  And then .... not before there's an inquest.
I may be a little crazy sometimes, but I'm not stupid.

All men with more than one divorce are deleted into cyber space oblivion.
As are men over the age of 40 who check the box "never been married".
Oh hell, men under the age of 45 are also deleted. Whatever their status.
And while I'm confessing ..... I may as well confess this:  I also automatically delete "legally separated".
As I laugh my butt off wondering if their "separated" wife's attorney has access to these sites.
And if so, what a boon that might be for her side.

Yes, I understand that this means I could possibly be deleting the man of my dreams.
....... I'm willing to take that chance.
ROFLMAO!

Speaking of the man of my dreams .... a friend told me that George was in Cabo last week.
Really.
In Cabo.
Along with me.
And my children.
I think that's just plain mean.
Of my friend.
Because really ..... if she had truly been a friend (and she knows who she is!!) she would've made darn certain that I had that information WHILE I was in Cabo.
Not after.
Sigh ..... the story of my life.
One week too late.

OK, I have no idea what that meant.
I'm not sure that I've ever been one week late to anything.
One week too early, certainly.  But one week too late?
Surely after two or three days someone would've notified me that I was, indeed, late.
But a week?
That's just plain silly.

Which goes to prove that I should probably refrain from blogging at 2:00 in the morning.
OK, I'm going a little over-board again.
It's not actually 2:00 in the morning.
It's 2:12.
That gives me about 18 minutes to get into bed and fall asleep so that I can get the recommended 5 1/2 hours of sleep.

Yeah.
Whatever.

Night/Good morning, Peeps.
And Happy Wednesday/Thursday.
And Good luck to those of you in the on-line dating pool.
You're stronger than I am.
:)