The lineup

I am dating again. No one in particular, just dipping a reluctant toe back in the water rather than watching the group-swim from a lounge chair beside the pool. My reluctance toward online dating is epic in this blog. Here, if you have any interest in that diatribe. But I’m not in diatribe mode at…

Love is in the air

“I didn’t mean to steal your heart,” he said with a smile, gazing into my eyes. Which is when the checkout clerk said, “That’s not her heart. It’s yours. It comes free with the flowers.” Yes, dear reader, if this was a romance novel rather than my blog, he would have uttered that phrase to…

On the mutually exclusive: Deadlines and pretty packages

I blinked and looked at the photo twice, just to be sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. They weren’t. There, on the back of this potential online dating match’s shirt, was a line that read: “I’m not gay. But $20 is $20.” Charming. Needless to say, I swiped left and closed the app….

You’re so vain

I want to make one thing perfectly clear, people. I am one of you. Only of a certain select subset. I am one of the Beautiful People. I know this with certainty because I was voted into this exclusive subset months ago. What? You’ve not been? Aw. Shame. Of course I jest, people. Not about…

Mistakes will be made

I have recently discovered texting via the mic on my mobile phone. Yeah. Snickers aside, please. I know it’s 2015. It is a true time saver but the mic has a mind of its own. Some of the things it thinks I say are a little off base. And off color. Take this morning, for…

A report from the front lines

I am learning so much lately. Little tidbits of “wisdom” provided by ever so helpful males I have met via my foray into online dating. And who am I not to share these magnanimous pearls? After y’all have been so very kind and supportive through my journey to get to the point where dating even…

Match.com, you make me cry

I was ready. I mean it, ready. Two years out of a divorce. Lessons learned. Progress made. Ready to try to fit someone into this crazy life. If you know me, you know I hate online dating. I’ve been clear about that already. But I also know that with a schedule and locale like mine,…

The starving writer

Dentists don’t have this problem. Maybe I should have been a dentist. Or an accountant. Accountants don’t get asked these questions. Our expectations are low for accountants. I made the fatal error of sharing in my online dating profile that I am a writer. And I haven’t been able to have a decent restaurant meal…

The sexy seesaw

If you were expecting some kind of graphic image, you’re on the wrong blog site. Shoo. Go on. Now that we have that cleared up, I’m talking about the changing version of “sexy” as we age—the sexy seesaw. Why a seesaw? Because some old adages are true—with age, comes wisdom. Most of us get wiser,…

More reluctance. Less adventure.

Ok folks, I give. Enough of you have asked for an update on my online dating adventures that I’m ‘fessing up. In my previous blog on this assignment, I admitted to being the reluctant adventurer. The only thing that has changed since then is I have even more reluctance and a lot less adventure in…