Starting Again

My dating site seems to be a bit of a dud, and I keep trying to find ways to approach it that just might find me a match. But how much of life is just random events, people bump into each other at someone else’s party, end up in the same class in college, join the same cycling group. No real plan.

A friend once said ‘there’s a seat for every butt’ as she tried to convince her son to start dating.

My response: ‘well not really. numerically there are way more women than men, and we live longer. and you, for instance, have had two partners so you’ve taken two of the seats, leaving an even fewere number.’

I did not convince her.

I’m taking the random road. My new criteria for who to reach out to on the dating site is to only pick men who have had their pictures taken outside and using the ‘tell me’ where you are, who are you with, open-ended questions, rather than, ‘great view’ where are you?

I’m not the queen of open-ended questions – too man years having to crunch data and manage projects. If I do five a day like, 25 a week, 250 in ten weeks, something must happen. Or I’ll run out of dudes in the wild who have pictures. C’est la vie.