So, against my better judgment, and because I
have nothing better to do value your opinions greatly, I decided to try out online dating. Some of you recall that I did it years a go. Many years ago. Would you like to know what’s changed?
Not a monkeyfighting thing!
Same players. Same games. But an older, wiser and more focused Babs.
As per usual, the harvest is plenty but the quality men are few. So I have to be very cutthroat about the whole thing. Don’t like your introductory email? Next! Blurry profile pic? Next! Any reference to “drama free” in your profile? Next! Claim to love long walks in the park? See ya!
After a few days, really it was two, I was able to narrow it down to three favorites. Three men who a) seemed intelligent b) were attractive c) didn’t give me the heebie jeebies.
So far I’ve managed to meet one of the fellows for a drink. I more than likely won’t be seeing him again. Nice guy, just too low energy for my taste. And he had an accent. But I’ll save my dislike of Black men with accents for another post.
Still, boring date and all, it was still A DATE. One in which I didn’t have to reach for my pocketbook. One with intelligent conversation and laughter. And one that ended by 11pm so I could go home and finish watching the Olympics.
*throws confetti all over blogland*
I’m back, baby!