On Line Dating
I have given this phenomenon of online dating a shot over
the past couple of weeks and have had some really interesting experiences. Before I start turning “Gregg” on it I will
say that I have had some positive experience.
I met a very nice woman that I have seen a couple of times. We have really hit it off. I have chatted with a couple of other very
pleasant women as well. Given my goal
initially was to find companionship (not THAT kind of companionship); I think
it has been quite a success. But what
you go through to get there. OMG (Oy
Mein Gevalt – whatever that might translate to).
Day one I get a few people interested in me. Oddly they are between the ages of 22 and
35. Well, heck, I’m a good looking guy
with loads of personality so, why not??
Well, the real question is why, now isn’t it?
Let’s take the first girl, her profile picture showed her as
a 30 year old African American woman living in Texas. I found her attractive and “liked” her (or
clicked the check, or filled in the heart, whatever). Within 2 hours I heard back from her. Let’s not spend the time on the site, she
tells me. Here’s my number, text
me. So, I text her (I’m brand new at
this, remember). We have some conversations. I’m more of the “hi” “how’s it going” kind of texter. She’s a bit more vocal. I find out that she’s 22 and lives in
Columbus Ohio and that she found me very attractive. I go back to the site and her profile is
missing. Maybe I was thinking of another
African American, 30 year old. She sends
me some pictures of herself. Very
cute. Don’t worry, always clothed. And oddly, always posed. Different outfits. But yes, all the same girl. We continue to chat. She continues to send pictures. Starts calling me hun and babe and asking why
I haven’t texted her yet by 10 AM. She
works in fashion. She lives with her
Uncle (parents died many years before).
Meanwhile there’s this 25 year old. Finds me attractive. She originally lived in New York (as
indicated in her profile) but had to move to Nigeria after her father passed
away a month ago. Mom died when she was
very young. She now lives with her
uncle. She is a receptionist at a
company that does fashion stuff. A few
pictures are sent (this time through Yahoo Messenger). She’s kinda cute. A bit on the busty side (I’m good with that).
Then I meet Crystal.
She lives and works out here. 36,
blonde, seems somewhat down to earth.
Very pretty but in a girl next door kinda way, not a model type. I like her.
We chat back and forth. She’s
very open about things. We discuss
meeting and just before the day we were discussing getting together comes she
has to go out of town for business. Did
I mention her business? Yep,
Fashion. Before the business trip
occurs, she needs to go visit her mother who is in Georgia, taken ill, and in
the hospital. I wish her well on her
voyage.
BTW – Columbus Ohio’s name is Sandra Hoover. Nigeria, Sandra Scott. Off to see her mom, Crystal Scott. The coincidences surrounding this amazes me.
Hoover has really taken a liking to me. She wants to know when we will meet. I address the issue of our respective
geographies but she still wants to see me.
S Scott is enjoying my company and likes me as well. Wait, that’s not right, after a week she
professed her love for me. And her
birthday’s coming up.
Crystal is off to see her Mom and I don’t hear from her.
Hoover thinks my concerns about her visiting is that my kids
live with me. She’ll come visit and
spend the night in a hotel where I can meet up with her. Maybe I could send her half the airfare so
she can come see me . . .
S Scott doesn’t want anything for her birthday but she would
just like to go shopping. Boy that would
be so nice of me to send her . . .
Crystal’s back. Not
physically, she’s still with ailing Mom in Georgia and just needs $250 for her mom’s
hospital bills . . .
“I’m sorry, “I say. “But
I just don’t have the money to help.
Wish I could.”
Haven’t heard from any of them again.
In the meantime I did hear from one other. Before I got her name I stopped chatting with
her. Seems she works in fashion!!
