Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Ah! First Post!

The title of my blog says it all. I am single and have recently decided to dive head first into an online dating site.

I've done a version of online dating in the past, but this I actually have to pay money to meet people! My expectations are pretty high considering the price tag on finding "mister right". Granted, I am on day two of this experiment and I have been flattered by sweet talk, responded to every communication and even given my digits out. I figured if I am going to do this, I am going balls-to-the-wall and fish from this proverbial pond and keep communication open, I'd hate to reject my potential mate because of a poorly written e-mail (although spelling does count).

The first guy was younger than me by one year and he would not let me forget about it. He kept referring to me as his "Ms. Robinson" that got a little old and very rude. His line of questioning was more along an interrogation than a friendly "get to know you" phone call. The first question was how many siblings do I have, I answered kind of shocked to not get a "Hi, how are you? How was your day" the general chatter that you'd expect. Not with this straight shooter, he came right out of the box firing questions that should be reserved for months from now if he got past the first introductory phone call. I listened to him chatter on about himself and how he sees relationships, which is all fine and good, but I he did not give me a chance to voice my opinions and tell him about myself. Needless to say, he was in the negative points, and it was at this point I made my stand. I interrupted him and said, "I'm just not feeling it." To which I received dead air for a good 30 seconds (I think he was expecting to be the father of my children [he actually asked me what my "number" was!]). He finally spoke and it sounded like I'd just kicked him in the crotch and stood there laughing at him. He questioned why I didn't feel it, why not him, why wouldn't this work, yadda, yadda. I told him that he was asking all the wrong questions, he was asking heavy questions for a first light-hearted conversation! He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I took over the questioning. I pulled out my best fluff questions (family vacations, childhood pets, sports teams, etc). Things were looking up until.(dun).(dun).(dah!). he starts speaking gibberish of an adolescent. It's at that point, I shut things down again. I told him that I need someone that is mature and can be funny at times but know when to surpress that desire to speak gibberish and quote movies, especially when he's trying to impress a complete stranger. The conversation ended with a stone cold silence on his end. I told him that if he'd like to talk again, I'd leave that ball in his court...but really...there's no hope.

We aren't getting married, we aren't having children, I have shattered this poor guys little, fragile heart. Unfortunately, this isn't the first heart I've broken and most likely won't be the last on my journey to find that one person.