On The Road Again

I’m dating.   I don’t know why.  Sometimes it just feels so futile.  But I guess I’m finding something worth all the hassle.

I signed up on a free dating site.  And I’ve come across quite a few guys I’d love to try and find that right chemistry w/.  Someone I’d be able to look at every waking day.  Someone I’d love to meet at the door wearing nothing but a red ribbon and some high heels.  But, alas, they’re not interested in me. 

This website shows you who has looked at you and I’ve gotten quite a few peeks, however, I must not be their type physically …. Because it sure as hell couldn’t be what I had to say.  Come on  — what man is afraid of being loyal.  Of having a job and a car.  Of knowing how to pickup a phone and talk on it.  Of not having to be constantly complimented to stroke their already gigantic ego.  And who promises above all not to lie to me. 

Really …  I don’t ask for much.  And actually, I’m not getting much in return.  In the month I’ve been on the dating site, I’ve gone out on 4 dates, w/ 4 different guys.  None so far have been worthy of repeat offending.  Altho, the one I had just recently, possibly may.  Who knows what’s the my cards.

For someone who loves sex as much as I do, I’m sure not jumping on the guys who want to jump on me.  Maybe in my old age, I’ve gotten a lot more picky, a lot more selective.  Maybe I’m finally getting into that “settling down” stage.   I think that’s what it is.  And I think for once, I’d actually like to write about my sex life w/ one guy …. not many.  

But for now, until I find that knight in shining armor, who has a few tattoos and can be comfy in dickies,  I’ll just be the little hum drum engine that couldn’t.