How do people find dates anyway?
Random meetings in the grocery store? When and where do the cute, eligible guys shop? The last guy who said hi to me at my local grocery was pretty skeezy looking and dragging a toddler behind him.
Joining a group? I do yoga. There’s one guy in the class. He’s 40-ish and married.
Work? No. Just no.
Friends? Considering most of my friends are not single, and most of their friends aren’t single either, those pairings have been few and far between.
Bars? That would require I spent any time at them. And quite honestly, when I do, I refuse to up my Ho quotient far enough for any guys to look at me twice, let alone come over and say hi.
That’s left me so far with (dun dun dun…) the Internet.
The problem with online dating though, is that I’m limiting myself to people I have a strictly intellectual connection with.
If someone can’t write well, I’m not likely to want to even bother with them. Had I used that criteria with my ex, we wouldn’t have lasted four minutes, let alone four years. He’s smart and funny, but can’t write or spell worth a damn.
Unfortunately those that I’ve found that I can write back and forth with seem to be neurotic. And not a type of neruotic that’s complementary to my own personal neruoses. The kind of neurotic that’s most comfortable writing online, not because they’re good writers, but because that’s the kind of interpersonal connection they’re most comfortable with. In person, they are socially retarded.
Granted, I’m no Dale Carnegie myself, but I can carry on an intelligent conversation outside the confines of an Instant Messaging window.
So I’m abandoning the online dating, at least for now. I need to meet some real guys with real lives, outside of serial emailing.
And now I’m depending on you, dear reader. How did you meet your significant other? Point me in the direction of the eligible bachelors! I know they’re hiding out there somewhere…