I Know I Shouldn't But I Just Can't Help Myself
I have this thing for information. Its like I have to know. No, its not that, its I want to know. I want to know everything there is to know. Its not to boast or anything like that. Just that you never know when the topic of..lets say anything might just come up.
The Huntington Post, I get their emails. I like reading the ones that pertain to dating. Strange though, their perspective is only relate to the female side of things. Just read one last night about online dating. This woman said that she hadn't date in a long time, so she tried one of the online dating sites. Filled out a profile, and low and behold, she started getting messages from guys. She said that she looked at the pictures and she saw cute guys...cute guys with beards...that lived in Brooklyn. She did the instant messaging thing with them, and with one that she decided to go out and meet with. Guess what happened?
She never met the guy, came up with some excuse with that she had way too much stuff on her plate to even meet with the guy. What she couldn't find 15 minutes? She used the excuse that she was in the middle of de cluttering her book shelves, she had a lot of reading & writing to do, so on and so on. She said there was a thrill of being able in the comfort of her home to pick and choose who she wanted that wanted her. But when it came down to crunch time, she made an excuse NOT to meet. Well she shouldn't feel loney or in the boat by herself. It happens to both male and females alike.
I have met quite a bit of women online in person. I am not looking for my soulmate, I am not looking for a wife. I am looking for friends first, and then maybe, if she is is up to it, we can rub bellies. I had one come as a far as from upstate NY. Found out that the only reason she was meeting with me was because her boyfriend of 12 years messed around on her with her best friend. Now she makes her trip down to the city to see me twice a month.
I know what this woman who wrote the article, what she was feeling at the time. Its like being like a kid in a candy store. So much to choose from, and then when you oicked out what you want, you find out that you don't even want to eat it.
The Huntington Post, I get their emails. I like reading the ones that pertain to dating. Strange though, their perspective is only relate to the female side of things. Just read one last night about online dating. This woman said that she hadn't date in a long time, so she tried one of the online dating sites. Filled out a profile, and low and behold, she started getting messages from guys. She said that she looked at the pictures and she saw cute guys...cute guys with beards...that lived in Brooklyn. She did the instant messaging thing with them, and with one that she decided to go out and meet with. Guess what happened?
She never met the guy, came up with some excuse with that she had way too much stuff on her plate to even meet with the guy. What she couldn't find 15 minutes? She used the excuse that she was in the middle of de cluttering her book shelves, she had a lot of reading & writing to do, so on and so on. She said there was a thrill of being able in the comfort of her home to pick and choose who she wanted that wanted her. But when it came down to crunch time, she made an excuse NOT to meet. Well she shouldn't feel loney or in the boat by herself. It happens to both male and females alike.
I have met quite a bit of women online in person. I am not looking for my soulmate, I am not looking for a wife. I am looking for friends first, and then maybe, if she is is up to it, we can rub bellies. I had one come as a far as from upstate NY. Found out that the only reason she was meeting with me was because her boyfriend of 12 years messed around on her with her best friend. Now she makes her trip down to the city to see me twice a month.
I know what this woman who wrote the article, what she was feeling at the time. Its like being like a kid in a candy store. So much to choose from, and then when you oicked out what you want, you find out that you don't even want to eat it.
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