First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .
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"Why don't you start a blog about "on-line dating etiquette?"
"Who would be my audience?" I asked. "Men who don't believe in using knives or forks?"
"I'm the one who needs lessons in etiquette," I add. "I thought listing my interests as 'anything that doesn't involve housework' would be viewed with humor, but it offended quite a few, as I've learned the hard way."
"The guys who want 'full-body shots' just want to see if they'll give them 'a stiffie,'" she replied . . . without sarcasm. My mouth is still hanging open, 24 hours after this conversation.
I have several friends who write for a living. I know better than to share personal stories with the fiction writers, let alone journalists. Making fun of lonely people who are looking for someone to make a difference in their lives, fill the holes in their hearts made by tragedy or, in some cases, another's cruelty, is beyond the pale.
Ridiculing someone for being old or fat or uneducated or even arrogant is off-limits. Etiquette? There's no "how-to" manual for finding love.