Online Dating True Stories
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She said she was a beauty
queen. I believed her...
Ok, dating in this new age
is kind of strange for me. See, I'm used to the old ways, you meet someone
at Church or in a grocery store... you call them up for coffee or dinner
... if you hit it off - hey - you're dating.
Well, I was out of circulation
for a while with personal biz duties and domestic duties (single parent
- I have one son) and wasn't really all that interested in going out there
meeting women again. The whole thing felt kind of exhausting for me.
A lady I'd met over the phone
through business knew how I felt. Boy - did she ever. She empathized with
me quite a bit on the subject whenever we used to chat, which was quite
frequently, she used to buy a lot of products from us.
I'm really not sure when
the tone of our conversations began changing. It just seemed one week we
were joking again about the modern day dating dilemnas and then the next
we were talking about meeting.
At first it was just jokingly,
you know? Like - hey, we should meet and talk out our woes over coffee
or something. That's when our phone calls kind of changed - we began describing
ourselves - telling each other what we looked like - discussing our likes
and dislikes - suddenly things were getting more personal.
Now, is it just me or was
I kind of being manipulated? I mean, I told her straight out I was overweight,
not terribly so, but certainly not slim by any stretch. My hair hasn't
gone grey yet, and yes, I do have a full head of it. But I digress... funny
how one does when they are trying to describe themselves.
The reason I wonder if I
was being manipulated all along was because she stuck to things like hair
color, eye, color, and her past - which included being a beauty queen in
one contest or another.
Now this is my fault - I
began building up "expectations" - know what I mean? Well, I mean, she
said blonde curly hair, vivid baby blue eyes, beauty queen - and I'm like
sort of getting a picture here. I guess I should have focussed more on
our likes and dislikes and what we had in common - which wasn't very much.
Anyway - long story short
- she was no where near that beauty queen of 20 years before. I showed
up down there, committed to staying for 2 weeks at her place where she
had "plenty of room" and spent most of the time trying to get some peace
and privacy.
I kind of felt lied to, sort
of used, you know? Like she kind of manipulated me into being there. Not
that I didn't like her - we're still friends - but just that I guess I
expected something I didn't find - and really, bottom line, we had nothing
in common either.
I can tell you one thing
- the next time - if there ever is a next time - it won't be looks I'll
be talking to a possible date/possible future mate with. This can only
lead to imagined expectations which quite probably will only be dashed.
Nope. It will be personality, values, likes, dislikes - because I've come
to the conclusion, I'm looking for a mate, not a date. Still, getting a
picture or two first will probably help?
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