Thank you so much to those who’ve commented – it means a lot to me J
I didn’t want to be caught checking Big Dating Site at work, and I went out to dinner later, so it was with some trepidation I logged on when I got home. I wondered if anyone had contacted me or if I would need to be proactive and hunt down the men I fancied. Kate would be horrified at the idea of me doing the initial contact, but hey, I’m in no position to sit back and be a princess.
There were fifteen messages in my inbox. Fifteen! Fifteen different men wanted to meet me!
I totally strutted as I went to the kitchen to pour myself a wine and may or may not have done a little boogie move on my way back.
Started to go through them and hmmmm…. It soon became clear I have to renegue on my promise to date every man who contacts me. Some of the profiles are heartbreakingly sad and lonely and I just don’t have it in me to pretend to be interested just for blog fodder.
I am tempted to respond to the guy whose profile says most of the women on here are fakes and just want your money and the others are stuck up bitches so if you think your [sic] too good for me don’t bother to contact me. Wouldn’t a conversation with someone who deploys such circular logic be fascinating?
Anyway, I settled on one really nice-sounding guy. He’s 43 and bald as a baby’s bum and lists his height at 5’6” so if Kate’s theory is correct, he’ll be a couple of inches shorter than that. I can deal with that because he has an awesome smile in his profile pic. He also has an engaging, witty, properly spelt and punctuated profile.
I replied that I’m interested (no doubt Kate would have something to say about replying at 11:30pm on a Friday night). Fingers crossed!