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| October 4, 2021 |
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Ignoring
Clint Eastwood's advice in "Dirty Harry" that
opinions, like certain body parts, are best kept to
yourself.
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much for dating services |
 From
the article to the left: If you're like many guys, it's not
for lack of trying. You might be spending hours clicking
profiles and messaging women on dating sites. You sometimes
get a response, but rarely from anyone you actually want to
date.
I've been a widower for two years now,
and a while back a friend suggested I might find life a bit
easier if I found some female companionship. It seems that
has worked out reasonably well for ten thousand years or so,
going back to when you just clubbed the first good looker
you saw over the head and dragged her back to your cave.
So, I went on the internet, did a little checking
out, saw one website where the women don't care about your
wants and needs, but will just come over and wash your
clothes with you still in them, and another that wanted to
be sure that the woman you found was a real Christian. I'm
not all that religious, or desperate to get my laundry done.
With
a little hesitation, I signed up for
"Match.com"
, it seemed to be pretty straight-forward, and promised to
help hook me up with eligible women in my area. Well, that
was the first problem, living in a motorhome my "area"
is pretty wide, but I put down my daughter's lake cabin,
where I spend the most time, as my address. In my profile, I
put in my true age of 77, and that I was interested in
meeting someone in my situation, a widow preferably,
because, (and I didn't say this) for one thing, I didn't
want to wind-up with some other guy's problem, or have an
ex-husband lurking around in the background. I felt a widow
would be more understanding to my situation.
I
uploaded a few recent photos of myself, paid the $150 bucks
for 6 months of service, and I was off into dateland. Or, so
I thought.
Within minutes, Match sent me photos and
links for a dozen women within 100 miles of the lake cabin,
with ages running from 50 to 80 and beyond. A couple of them
were very attractive, widows, and I responded right away.
Those messages were never returned, these women were getting
hit on, probably, hundreds of times a day. After a few of
these I figured that out, and just sat back to see if anyone
would send me an inquiry.
And, some did come in. One woman seemed terribly
interested in me, but her photo made it look like she'd just
been beaten with the ugly stick. Out of focus a bit, and
with a terrible scowl on her face. I messaged back, telling
her that perhaps a better photo would help on this dating
thing. She replied "Well, I'll you know that that
is my PASSPORT PHOTO!" Sometimes the mean streak
comes out of me, and I replied "Well, that might
get you to Europe, but not very far on this website".
Never heard from her again, strange.
Over the next
few weeks, I heard from several women, some accused me of "posting
old photos", at 77 I couldn't possibly look that young.
But, I have the family curse of not looking my age,
something now shared by all of my children now eligible for
AARP membership. A couple of months ago, I got carded at
Goodwill on Senior Day, the clerk had me haul out my drivers
license to prove I deserved the discount.
A couple
of women communicated back and forth with me for a while,
but all, at some point, confessed that because my home had
wheels, and not a concrete block basement, they didn't see a
future with me. It was more than obvious that a couple of
them were looking for a 401K retirement plan, and a very
nice lady who really was a little too old for me, I didn't
want to go that many years beyond what I am, said she would
like to meet me, but not to be surprised that she used a
walker. The walker didn't bother me, but as a recovering
Catholic, the "praise Jesus" in every
communication did.
What it all came down to was,
the lady who wrote
the
article about how dating services don't work for men
was absolutely correct. When my Match membership came up for
renewal, I let it drop. Most of the women they were sending
me were, I'm sure, very nice people, but not someone you'd
like to spend any time with,
and
after being married to Hazel for 53 years, it would be
a tough act to follow.
I wasn't going to take a
friend's advice that "I should lower my standards".
No, that isn't going to happen. I might have to get a new
dog, though, mine died earlier this year and traveling alone
is hard to do.
Back a few years ago, my buddies and
I were all sitting around the campfire, and the question
about how we "wanted to go" came up. One said he'd
like to die in his sleep, another thought dying while being
heroic, like saving someone's life, would be nice. I said, "I'd
like to be shot by Kim
Basinger's husband".
I'm still waiting
for her to return my calls.
Please visit
my
travel blog to learn more about my life on the road.
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Air Aviation Referral Service
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I read your blog about online dating - I laughed
so hard I nearly blew coffee out of my nose! - Toni &
Scotte in the Black Hills
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