Which Dating Site? by Julianna Rowe aka Diane Ogden

 Which Dating Site?  by Julianna Rowe, aka Diane Ogden

 My sister-in-law urged me to join a dating site, so I did.  She once told me to get a job selling insurance, so I did, and I was very successful.  She tells me all the time that I am not in charge. God is. Her Dad tells her that, so she passes it on to me. Not sure why because I know that.  Back to match.com, Silver Singles, E Harmony, and or OurTime.  So I filled out the questionnaire and answered everything as truthfully as possible without scaring anyone off, then submitted nine photos. 

The main photo is me with my hair in rollers.  I just had to do it.  The good pics were only a click away if the prospective man could handle the rollers.  And so, they did click away, that is. 

I met up with one fellow, certainly not a "gentleman," as he asked me what I would like, and I said, "Ice Tea," which, after two hours, I had never received.  No manners!  I almost forgot; one of the first things he said to me was, "Do you have to wear those glasses?" RED FLAG! Need I say more? And he wanted me to go snowshoeing in the woods.  I could borrow his sister's snow shoes.  Seriously?  No, thank you... If I couldn't get ice tea out of him, I am liable not to get back out of the woods with any help from him what-so-ever.  And fishing?  Nope, he should have friends by now, men who like to be quiet and watch a string hang in the water for hours.  I would be working on my 25,000 woman words a day and scaring the fish away!  

The next guy never stopped talking about the roller photo.  He didn't understand why I would do such a thing. First of all, he had no sense of humor. If he got 220 emails, he would also put up an ugly one first. But of course, I didn’t want to say that. He then told me I must not like adoration. So yes, I looked it up.  

Adoration: The act of paying honor, as to a divine being; worship. Reverent homage. Fervent and devoted love. And after ten emails with him, it was still under discussion, so, I deleted the "pretty boy."

I haven't given up, but so far, 85% of them want a slender, athletic body-toned woman.  Yet they look like they are about to deliver.  Twins that is.  Men!  They just don't care about what's under the boob....its all about the boobs.  I am not fat, and I have boobs and a heart under one of 'em that will continue looking for a nice fellow that will go fishing without me.  I'm just not that into it.  And the more I think about it, I might not be that into this dating site crap either.  Sorry sister-in-law, this is like too much work.       

But I am keeping the door open for a fellow who would like good conversation, laughter, a dance in the kitchen, wandering around the grocery store together,  dinner out on occasion, and a road trip to anywhere.   Rollers not included.