Sometimes, sure, I fantasize that I'll come across some non-hypercritical/hypocritical, attractive, intelligent, fit man within ten years of my age (I'm in my early 40s going on 22 and easily look at least 10 years younger. By the way, that's great and all, I'm proud of it and lucky for my genetics, but since I turned 26 I've looked pretty much exactly the same--being told you look like a kid for 20 years, having to remind your doctor how old you are, etc.) that will think I'm sweet and funny and smart and want to spend time with me,and I am looking around with that intent. But in my defense, not that there's anything wrong with online dating, I've hidden my profile. People can't seem to communicate via language and writing any more. I've met guys I had a lot in common with but they rubbed me the wrong way with their personality issues and/or baggage. Out of about 25 dates during the 3+ years that I've been single again, I've only met one man that I was really intrigued by and thought that I felt a bond with, aside from music, games, & movies, he even liked the Dick Van Dyke show. Ha, and the endearing things for me were that he never ate meat off of bones, was very neat and organized and anal and minimalistic, a nasty teeth phobic, a loner, he knew my favorite Merrie Melodies cartoon, was interested in the occult, an anglophile, we had same favorite movie, and he seemed to have a sense of inquiry-- and lots of other goofy, fun things that I'd never met anyone with the same quirks as mine-- and seemed like he really liked me too and like we were slowly getting to know each other. But he didn't recognize our similarities in the same way I did-- just wasn't into me. So, coincidence and synchronicity are not always factual. Perception is different for everyone; that's the acceptable part when you like someone. The bummer things in those situations, which never happened to me, until now, is when someone is your friend and you really like them, but you date them then they may never be your friend. The losses of friendships are the greatest losses.
Sans the unsoul-mate: [aw, had a pretty funny rant going here and lost it, maybe another time.] The heavily tattooed, hard-body narcissist guy after that proposed to me on the first date after we met. The next guy seemed really cool but forgot to take his ring off. The next guy couldn't leave me alone long enough to, well, to just NOT piss me off-- called me all the time and txtd, and I kept telling him I had no time for a relationship and to lay off a bit screamed, "F**K YOU. YOU WASTE OF TIME!" IN a public place no less. Nice. I'm feeling all about dating, heheh. The latest and LAST in my senior-adolescent dating attempts. had emailed me when my hair was natural, blonde. I've since dyed it blackish and he just ranted at me about how wrong it is for me to express myself, LOL, until I walked out of the coffee shop. I'm broken, too, but I still believe love is just as much friendship, work and effort as it is chemically motivated and sparkly. Sad thing I guess is when it sparkles for you but not the other person in an endless chain of events that may leave people alone. Oftentimes I think I'd rather be alone than be with a guy like Flash or Jolly Roger. Sometimes I think that I would rather not be alone. All that glitters is not gold.
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