Yep, I’ve given up on the ‘online dating’ process. Seriously. What was I thinking? You’d have to go back and read my theory about why people over 30 are single, but all of those qualifiers were personified in my most recent experience! Sad really. Don’t read into that anything implied or inferred. It is as I’ve stated. I’m not attempting to adopt a holier than thou stance, here, nor am I separating myself from that group of walking wounded, I’m just describing what is.
From a subjective point of view, I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me? Am I being too picky? Too selective? Compared to a lot of my single girlfriends, I don’t see myself as being that critical. My only requirements are that you must be single (not newly separated, or looking for a triste,) you must live in the Lower Mainland (past experience has shown that the LD relationship doesn’t work,) and you must have a heartbeat. So, if that’s too picky then I don’t know if it’s even possible to find a new life partner. I know it won’t happen overnight, that’s for sure, but the online experience attempts to fast track what traditionally took 6 mos. to one yr. or longer to accomplish. A bit scary really. AND, if you dare get physical in the first couple dates, then the writing is on the wall just that much sooner. A good lover, and that’s all the relationship seems to amount to… physical pleasure–they won’t really want to get to know the ‘real’ you. A bad lover, and you turn tail and run never looking back–on to the next! I’m sure that in decades past, you learned far more about the person before becoming physical, so that skill as a lover wasn’t so much a deciding factor. I could be wrong….
Is it possible to meet someone who isn’t in so much of a rush to become intimate? Someone willing to commit the time necessary to really get to know one another? I’m losing faith that that someone exists. I have to wonder what is so fundamentally wrong in my world that rushing the physical intimacy has taught me these hard lessons? If I’m honest with myself, I’d admit it’s loneliness. A need to be loved. Does that sound desperate?
Doesn’t really matter. I’m regrouping, taking stock, and focusing on my own interests. Kids are back to school tomorrow, RSP season is coming so there’ll be plenty of work to do, very little time to devote to searching for ‘Mr. Right’. I’ll miss the chase, the discovery, the passion. I won’t miss the rejection, the waiting, the disappointment.
I think I’ll join a yoga class….