Dating Dilemmas of the Damned . . . or Don’t Call Me, I’ll Call You
Having been away from the dating game for a long time, yes indeed over a year and a half, with much trepidation I dipped my toe back into the pool. And the pool has proven to be more than treacherous. I decided to go back to an online dating site, which in and of itself wasn’t that huge, it is weeding through the responders that is proving to be my undoing. I took a chance, and meet a guy from online recently. Coffee seemed safe and simple enough, and I made the plans on my turf. Things seemed to go okay, but then things took an aggravating turn, much to my chagrin. This guy decided that my pace and timidity did not suit him, which in the end proved to be a blessing, but still got me into quite the royal snit-fest. Who was he to say that, who was he to give me the brush off, after all I wasn’t the one who had been quite so forward! Alas, it was not meant to be, and I am grateful to have seen the huge red flags before getting too deeply involved. It is just sad and unfortunate that I deal with that kind of behavior while trying out dating again, although I guess starting out badly should give some hope that things can possibly improve, but the hope I hold is with slipping fingers. Finding someone, someone decent to share some time with, should be simple enough, and not a fear inducing chore it is more and more becoming. It is evident that the task at hand is not so simple, and clearly not so fun, and the dilemma of keeping at it or not is just beginning.