It's a dark and stormy night.....so, I'm window shopping the multitude of handsome gentlemen who display themselves with various levels of wit, sincerity, frustration or poor spelling (clearly without their glasses).
Oh so many, but I'm beginning to feel like I seem them all before.... Have I read this profile previously? It sounds familiar, looks familiar. But, I don't think I have.... Have I corresponded with "LookingForLove 283"? What about "LastFirstDate"?
After 6 months of active dating, it's becoming a blur of masculinity. Enticing and discouraging at the same time, it sucks you in with possibility--like the roulette table. Spin the wheel and see where the ball lands... go again, spin again, place your bet. Have I landed here before?
And, I'm receiving round 2 emails from men who have forgotten they had cast a line into my pond a mere two months ago. One charming, but preoccupied, gentleman sent an introductory email, "I'm blah, blah, blah and your profile jumped out at me. Would you like to meet?" A month earlier, Mr. Preoccupied and I had dated three times! Including an evening of dancing and dinner, when I looked particularly hot in a sexy dress! I'd like to think he is forgetful, rather than I am that forgettable.
I fear that one day, I'll walk into the bar, full of anticipation of meeting someone wonderful, and the guy will be Dave #4 that I'd met 3 weeks earlier, in the same bar. Groundhog Day. Recycling the old farts. Scary! That's when I'll know it's time to quit the dating casino and get a cat.
For now, I keep the hope alive....spinning the roulette wheel. I know that Mr. Right is out there looking for me. And the 777 jackpot can happen anytime.
I just need to keep it all straight.
