I recently met a guy while I was walking my dog. I was in the field near my house and I saw a man, a woman and a dog walking on the other side of the field. I had already been there for 2 hours and I was heading home to meet a friend. So I put my dog on the leash and headed out of the park.
While we were walking, this man’s dog got off the leash and started running after us so I stopped. When he caught up to us we chatted for a moment and though I found myself very attracted to him I never actually asked for his name or gave him mine. I was in a rush. And he was with a woman.
Later that evening I went out with my friend and we bumped into the same guy. And though I didn’t recognize him with out his winter gear, he remembered the name of my dog. So we made the connection and chatted…and chatted…until 5am when he drove me home from the bar. He kissed me that night and told me he wanted to see me again and the sooner the better.
Dexter is a Showtime series about a guy who is a blood splatter analyst for the Miami police department. At night he’s a serial killer but only kills other murderers who have committed heinous crimes. Basically, he’s a serial killer who you hate to love, but do.
In the midsts of a very dark storyline, there are actually some great lessons about love in this series (what can I say, I’m an optimist to the core). Here are some off the top of my head:
You know you’ve been dating online too long when you start having conversations with people you already know. People you work with, people you play music with, even people you’ve already dated, and people your friends have already dated.
It’s a small town I guess.
There has got to be a better way to meet my match than weeding through creepy emails, and trying to decide by a few pictures if I’m going to be interested or not. I know my needle is in the haystack. I’m just not sure I’m looking in the right haystack.
As I have mentioned before, I have been online dating for way too long. So long that I have become immune to some of the idiosyncrasies of the process. Not much phases me anymore. I get a lot of emails from creepy guys who say some pretty creepy things. Sometimes I even engage in the conversation just out of pure boredom in hopes they’ll say something worth writing about.
And sometimes I’ll reach out to someone who I think would be a good match only to find my inbox empty a few days later.
Yet, none of it bothers me at all that much? Am I losing my sensitivity? Am I losing interest in finding someone? Or is it that I’m just so used to the “process” that I have become immune to it?
Recently, I have been working with a real estate agent to find me a nice little house to buy. This isn’t my first time buying a house but it’s been a while and my needs have changed over the years so it has been an experience figuring out the things I can live with and the things I can live without.
The process is much like dating.
Recently, I came this close to making an offer on this adorable little condo. It had a wood stove, a gas range, a garage for my car, a nice bathtub and the association was dog friendly. The price was within my price range and the area was gorgeous.
Yet, I didn’t make the offer.
I’ve been online dating now on and off for more time than I care to admit. It has been an interesting experience to say the least. They say that 1 in 5 couples meet online. I have to say, I seriously doubt I’m going to be one of them. Although I’m completely open to the idea of meeting people via the Internet, I have to admit, I’m not that convinced I’m going to find the love of my life electronically.
The good thing is you can (most of the time) read someone’s profile and immediately get a sense of whether or not you’re going to be compatible. You can also view their picture which often times says a lot about a person. For example, if they are taking a picture of themselves in the bathroom mirror without their shirt on, you might guess they don’t have very many friends.
When we were kids, my little brother fell in love with one of the girls in his 6th grade class. He was a shy guy and couldn’t get his mind off this girl. He always talked about her and wanted so much to be her boyfriend.
One day after weeks of saving his allowance, he came home with flowers for her and asked me if I would drive him to her house so he could deliver them. I did. I watched him ring the doorbell, drop the flowers on the front porch and run like a bat out of hell back to the car.
I thought it was the sweetest gesture though it pained me that he didn’t have the courage to just deliver them face-to-face. And to this day I don’t know if she ever found out who the flowers came from, which kind of sounds like a Lifetime movie if you ask me.
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I am always amazed at the pictures people choose to put up on their online dating profile. I’ve seen everything from half-naked men in the bathroom mirror, to pics with previous girlfriends blacked out – but only on their eyes. I’ve seen people with green beards and guys with helmets on their heads in superman outfits.
If I had to take inventory though, I would say the most popular male profile photos consist of guys showing pictures of themselves holding a fish.
I’m not sure why this seems to be the most popular profile shot. I mean I do enjoy fishing I guess. And there is something kind of sexy about a man who can catch his own dinner. I can’t help but wonder though, what it is about fishing that gets a man so excited that they would use that as their profile picture?
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Taken from a meme floating around Facebook
As you probably noticed, I took a little hiatus from writing on this blog. Let’s just say I’ve been busy. I went on vacation for a couple of weeks and then I fell in love (well not exactly in that order). And as you all know, when you’re happy there is really nothing to write about. Until of course, it all goes to shit.
So here I am…writing again.