See? I did it again. My last date was what two years ago? I go though long dry spells, what can I say? My outlook on dating is that I can go to yoga, or I can go on a date with a stranger whom I’m pretty sure I’m not interested in, and yoga always wins. But my best friend told me about Bumble, a dating app where no men can reach out to me. Perfect! That weeds out all the men out of age range, who are convinced that even though I’m looking for someone within 4 years of my age (either direction), that THEY are the one 79-year-old who is going to change my mind. It also weeds out the 20-somethings looking to bag a cougar. And of course the crazies who write to me and if don’t write back with in 30 seconds they go off on me in the most horrid tirades about me “thinking I’m better than them.” Chill Dude! I hadn’t even looked at my emails yet. So, I went from 3 depressing months on Match, deleting 100 messages a day (kinda like my work inbox- and I DON’T need another job), and not writing back to one person, to Bumble. Now, I only match with guys I could potentially be interested in, and if he agrees, and we match, I still have 24 hours to decide if I want to write to him. Therefore, I went on 3 dates in one week (working them around yoga).
The 4th date, has dragged on for about two months, but you’re going to have to read the first three before I get to the “good stuff.” Oh, I am so tempted to get off this site and go into another year-long dating hiatus, but I won’t. It’s fun to feel giddy about a guy, and one day I trust that giddiness will last… just not with these 4. In keeping with the theme of this blog, I am still using movie titles and character names to protect the privacy of these guys, but the movie titles were chosen after the fact to tie into something that relates to the date. These movies were not chosen by the guys. Heck, they don’t even know about the blog.
