Since you walked away from me
The tears I’ve shed could fill a
sea.
Though at times I’m happy to be
free,
‘Tis a sorrow filled life I lead.
You may be wondering why I have
incorporated Internet dating into my blog, which mainly is about a 50-something
woman returning to college. Well-don’t most college students date? I don’t always have amusing stories to relate
regarding school (it is school, after all), but I am hopeful
the Internet dating topic compensates.
I have decided to take a leap of courage,
and give my phone number to a couple of fellows I’ve been Emailing (and no, not
the young one). Issue number one: the
“man of few words” doesn’t like to Email. I don’t like to talk on the
phone. Already, we disagree. However, I
relented and provided my phone number.
He called pretty quickly, and I…declined to answer! He left a voicemail message, which I…retrieved
promptly. Here’s another problem. I don’t like the sound of his
voice. I know-I’m anal, and slightly shallow. I always have been,
and keep in mind that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. So now I’m wondering how recent his picture
is, because he sounds considerably older than he appears. How do I get out of this one?
The other fellow asked me out to dinner, and also indicated
that we should probably talk first. I responded agreeably, but (deliberately) did
not provide my phone number. He subsequently responded that he was going
to send up smoke signals! I can’t remember the last time I laughed so
hard. Once I regained my composure, I
sent him my phone number. I will keep
you posted on that one.
You know, one thing I have realized
through all of this is that it’s no fun being a teenager. It’s even less fun living
like a teenager when you’re approaching retirement age. I’m too old for this sheet…(I didn’t say it, although I was
tempted). I don’t want to be alone, but
I also don’t relish the idea of starting over.
Also, I really don’t want to be distracted from pursuing my college education…Why
is nothing ever simple?
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