Two of the most important men in my life are at odds. Loved up himself, my brother thinks that I should hit the dating scene again given that I’d like someone around to grow old with. ‘You just have to drink coffee and chat!’ Louis isn’t so sure. ‘I don’t want you to get hurt Mum.’ he told me whilst play fighting me. Given that he’s uncoordinated and I’d just narrowly avoided sustaining a healthy shiner, this utterance seemed tinged with irony.
When I tried online dating a couple of years ago, I largely lurked around the free sites. There were regular blokes, seemingly looking for the same thing, a bit of commitment after we’d worked out that we could make each other laugh. I have to say though there was an awful lot of geezers with an entirely different take on life. For some strange reason I seemed to be particularly prone to attracting fundamentalist Christians from the southern reaches of the USA. How they were drawn to someone so liberal in their politics and spirituality I’ll never know. And then there was the bloke in the thong. But we’ll quickly pass him by. There are some things that I don’t want to relive!
The general consensus is that, I’m more likely to find someone who’s serious about a relationship if I bite the bullet, and eek! pay for a subscription. After all an active life hanging out with my friends who comprise mostly of single women and gay and straight couples isn’t proving fruitful in spite of the fact that ‘I’m out there’. So I’ve taken the plunge. A few profile rewrites and my ad was finally done and dusted just before lunchtime yesterday. Sugar Plumb gave it the thumbs up. There’s a six month minimum subscription so I thought that it could run in the background whilst I got on with my life, doing up the house, sustaining the good relationships I’ve already got, immersing myself in a couple of exciting work projects….that kind of thing.
Many have visited. A few have ‘winked’. There’s a fair few older guys who are close to my dad’s age and a spate of early thirty somethings who are looking for someone way more cougar-esque than me. ‘What are you doing this evening, darlin’?’ inquired a keen 32 year old Plymouthian on Saturday night. ‘Eating fish and chips and making sweets with my son’ could have been my reply. Instead I ignored him and the others. I’d rather not get into conversations that will go nowhere. This tactic is about freeing energy not using it up. Let's see what happens.