Well, I am 46 and for the past 6 years I have gotten divorced been on more than a dozen dates, or wait “just coffee”. It is utter trickery if you ask me. I have two adult sons; I may add they are the top contributors to my happiness meter.
Enough about me! So where do we begin to look for love? Ah, as they say, “love will find you once you stop looking”, yeah, so I have stopped.
Dating sites, unrealistic expectations and just (men) and (women) bored and needing a little texting stimulation. I can give you flowery words or words dripping with lusty connotations. Choose wisely!
The big day has arrived, after weeks of texting, endless “send me more photo’s if you don’t mind”, of course, I mind. Did you not see my profile? I am being cataloged, for your “only coffee”, “drinks”, or a “Friday night movie and pizza night”.
Bollocks, if you ask me! When do we get to meet the real love-seeking souls, all those things poetry reflects?
Most married men and women on these sites seek a little stroking in the wrong direction.
I am happy to spend an evening with my own amazing company and a bottle of fine red; I will add some classical music and poetry to the mix.
If you have ever been on the receiving end of “I just want to have fun, nothing serious”, you will understand that life begins over and over, every single day, so cheers! While we sit here sipping liquid fantasies of forever, waiting for love.
