Call It Online Dating - Depths of My Thoughts

Call It Online Dating

I was online as usual doing what I normally did, taking a look of the headlines from my server and then reading my countless of emails. Some trash, some spam that I deleted immediately, and some worth opening to see.  I admit I was also one of those countless of people that signed up for single dating sights with the hopes of meeting “Mr. Right” or “Mr. Wonderful” or I would even go for “Mr. Nice.” Either way I wanted to be in love again or was it to make my youngest son happy. I guess it was one day too many for him to ask how I was doing and all I gave him was a drab, to his account, okay.  So I did it I look up a couple of dating sites and then signed up for three of them but only paid for one for only a test month trial. I had no intention of spending a fortune on the possible chance I would meet a jerk and thinking in the back of my mind that I paid to meet this fool.

I admit I hadn’t had the tingling down the spine sensation, that take my breath away experience, or even the tingle that you get from his touch feeling. It had been because I had put myself on a shelf and just gave up. Was that it? Did I give up on LOVE? No, I didn’t otherwise why would I join a dating site. Oh, there are tons of them listed for whatever you wanted to find or get involved in but me….I wanted real love. The kind of love that you can get lost in. It happened once…I wanted it one more time. Oh, I know that sound like I was going to leave this earth anytime soon, but no…it is just that it had been so many mistakes in having men apart of my life.

On one of the sites; you can get a little love note that comes to you that lets you know that you have been sent an email to read of a possible admirer. Unfortunately; they all have not been all nice some have been pervert. It takes all kinds to make this world. I got a little note  and being curious  I went to the site and saw that I had people (for some have been women too) that looked at my profile or probably just my picture. Oh trust me some that is all they do is to look; at my picture and I happen to have a body that causes men to want to pant or even have those erotic thoughts. How do I know that? Well some have been honest enough to tell you that for they consider it, I guess a compliment …me…I it is what it is…a pervert. I laugh now thinking of it.