Are You For Real?

How are we supposed to know if someone is genuine? Remember the ever-so-slightly younger man to whom I sent my number? For several days I heard nothing. I sent another email, following up on something we’d had in common.

This time he did respond, telling me this is his last day on the site and that I should get in touch through his regular email account (odd, since I’d already sent my number). This appears to be a recurring MO, and a red flag. I don’t know why this is the play, but it doesn’t seem to be on the up and up. And it’s mean. It makes me want to sign off forever. I don’t.

I can’t stop. It’s an addiction. We’re playing the slots, trying to beat the odds. The game is compelling, voyeuristic, intoxicating. The rewards are within our reach, but so evasive.

Hope springs eternal as the bells start ringing and the lights are flashing; a lucky winner just hit the jackpot.

Me, A Cougar?

My twentysomething daughter and her friends were at my place talking about their dating profiles. Like the old days of driving carpools, I was the fly on the wall. I actually sat at my computer taking notes on their advice to each other.

My number one take-away…less is more. If you’re more specific, you are narrowing your options. I rewrote my essays with this in mind. I wanted to make a few important but general points about who I am (or how I see myself), in a just a few compelling sentences.

TWO men emailed me, and both commented on my essay! Here’s the best part…they’re both a couple of years younger than me. Any woman who’s checked out online dating will tell you that many men specify their preference for younger women. Of course they do. They say their friends would tell you they look, feel and act younger than their ages. They may mention sex in their interests sections; they don’t mention Viagra.

I’ve sent my number to one and haven’t yet responded to the other. As usual, will update as there’s more to know.

Phew…I’m on fi-ya!!