When a friend suggested I try online dating, so she'd have someone to join her and her friend on double dates, I was ambivalent. She reassured me she'd met lots of nice men online and gave me a sense it was a harmless, and potentially fun way to meet new people. It wasn't as if she'd asked me to accompany her to a bar and wait for guys to send us drinks. I naively envisioned enjoyable conversations with new friends my own age, sharing stories about our kids, discussing books we'd read or films we'd seen.
Those of you with whom I've shared glimpses of my journey appreciate that scenario didn't unfold quite as I'd imagined. I am, I've realized, something of an anomaly. I've managed umpteen years on my own and I'm comfortable in my own skin. A little too comfortable, as I learned, after navigating the choppy waters of middle-aged dating.
While making fun of creepy guys provides great material, I've decided not to press my luck. My foray into the world of cyber-romance has ended. There are, I'm sure, others who thrive on stimulating conversation and have reasonably good social skills, but I'm either in the wrong location geographically or my sites have been set too high. Either way, I'm embracing my life as it is, rather than devoting a scintilla of brain space or an ounce of emotion to anything I do not enjoy. That list does not include housework, indulging friends who make a career of complaining about the ways in which their children have disappointed them, or shopping. Once again, I'm at peace.
For those of you who haven't followed this story and you're intrigued, you may find the first installment in my October 27, 2012 post.