Online Dating


Another article I picked up from the Daily Mail UK. . .online dating is a meat market. Full of men that are interested in sex only. The comments alone make me question the ability to actually find a nice guy.

I’ve tried online dating. One site was clearly a meat market that I was on briefly. Since I am not the type of girl who just hops into bed with a guy that was not the site for me. The other site was better. I met the boy on there, the only problem is for those of us that are ready to meet the one and build a family, there are still some portions of the questionnaire that can allow someone to answer yes to marriage and kids–i.e. the desire to really commit and go from there while quite possibly not really wanting that.

Sure, I like being in a long term relationship but I have to be realistic as well. I want to have children. I don’t want to trick the guy by getting knocked up. I want to get married and then start that process. I am traditional in that sense.

I am not a prude either, once I am dating someone, yes, I want to be intimate with him. I want to have that flash of memory of a great night while I am toiling away at work; smile at the memory and maybe even feel a little shiver of excitement. I want to be held as I go to sleep and know that he is just as happy as I am.

Dating is difficult, at least for me. I get all insecure, worry about what I am going to wear on a date. I want him to be proud that he is being seen with me out and about. I am shy. Not around people I know but until I get to know you, I am shaking in my boots worried that my bits wobble to much. I worry that the first time he sees me naked that he will shriek in disgust and then start to laugh at me while my thighs rub together.

I worry that I will say something dumb (trust me this happens all the time) or I will say something that will cause him to rethink the whole dating thing. And bodily functions? I can burp with the best of them but gas escaping from the other end? OMG, just let me crawl underneath a rock. Because I would rather blowup than pass gas. And my stomach, my lovely stomach that opts to throw me curve balls when it comes to eating. I have been known to rush to the toilet after dinner not because the food was bad but because my stomach loves to play tricks on me.

I did the online dating thing, it wasn’t all that bad. I had a great relationship with someone who for all practical matters still has my heart. Someone that I think about daily and can cause myself to go a bit nuts when I let all the thoughts run wild in my head.

Since I walked away from the relationship I tried online dating once and it was horrible. I can’t go back. And part of it is because I have convinced myself that there isn’t a match for me. I have talked to coworkers, friends, business associates about being single, not really wanting to try online dating again. They all say give it another chance but I can’t.

After reading this article I have to question why anyone would go this route. I get that there are people out there that don’t mind the emotional-less sex but me? Never was a fan. It saddens me that these people are out there and want naked pictures and videos sent to them. Isn’t that what Craigslist is for? I thought that a dating service that promotes commitments, children and the whole ball of wax would provide that not a glimmer of it.

I know that my parents were shocked that I did it and were a bit worried about my safety but I made sure that friends knew what was going on and if they didn’t hear from me, to call the police ASAP. I am a good judge of character, well until I fall for the guy and then reasoning goes out the window.

I try to keep the mantra that if it is God’s will, then it will be. I am ashamed to say that at times I question him, I get angry and then I fall into a heap on the floor crying wondering exactly what is wrong with me.

An ex that is a friend now started dating someone. I am quite happy that he has found someone but then he dropped me. No chats on the phone, no email jokes, no, hey let’s meet up for breakfast. Part of it is his personality and part is that he tends to hide things because he thinks if he tells his girlfriend that he has a friend who happens to be a girl that she will get angry. Honesty was never his strong suit though.

So my dating life is nonexistent, my friends I fear, have lost all hope that I will meet someone suitable and I am sitting at home wondering what I can do to make myself a better person. Oh and also analyzing every flaw on my body.

So dear internet people, tell me how you meet your mate. Come on, share a bit. I won’t bite. I want to hear the stories. Especially those that were in their 30s before settling down. I need to hear some good news. Please? I will make you some cupcakes if you share your stories!

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Author:

What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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