Today's internet dating tales comes from the ever brilliant book blogstress, @Reads4Pleasure. Do not attempt to read this while sipping substances next to electronics. Show some love...
Don’t blame it on the sunshine, don’t blame it on the moonlight, don’t blame it on the good times, blame it on Luther
Back in December Luther Vandross’ song Second Time Around kept popping up on my iTunes and my iPhone. I have almost 3,000 songs in iTunes so it struck me as more than strange that in a two-week timeframe, I heard it no less than six times. Were the lyrics a sign? Was Luther the Patron Saint of Romance trying to tell me something? Or did my iTunes just need an overhaul? I don’t know, but I took it as a sign and decided to give dating a try after a 4 ½ year hiatus. I’ve been busy doing other things. Don’t judge me!
Being honest, I’m not the chick men notice on the street, in the grocery store, library, etc. I stopped doing clubs years ago because I got tired of holding everyone else’s purse while they had a good time and I sat in the corner observing. So I figured I’d give online dating a try. Surely someone would read my profile and realize that I was just the nerd he was looking for, right? Wrong!
In the 30 day challenge I set for myself, I decided that I would put myself out there and hope for the best. I thought my profile accurately portrayed me as a somewhat shy nerd with a passion for books and music, a love of football and a dry sense of humor. I was looking for someone who was appreciative of those things, sure of himself, responsible and communicative. I wasn’t interested in whether or not he was white-collar or blue-collar, as long as he was able to handle his business. I also stated that he didn’t have to be the most handsome man, as long as he had a good heart. For the record, I also mentioned my preferred age range.
Some of the responses I received were from: the Hamburglar, a dude who told me his idea of fine dining was McDonald’s; a guy who was an “a ventures person” who really liked to look nice when his “ends are right;” and from someone who “wonted” to be loved. There was the 69 year old Caucasian man I had to block because he filled my inbox with his number and requests to talk and/or meet. There was the 61 year old deacon who wanted more children and thought I would be the perfect woman to give them to him. And then there was Cat Daddy.
Cat Daddy said he was 48 in his profile on one site, but was 50 on another site. That was slightly older than I was willing to go, but he spoke in complete sentences in IMs and seemed to be the winner of the bunch. So what went wrong? When we finally spoke by phone, he sounded 60. I swearfoGod I expected him to break out with the J. Anthony Brown ‘watchouttherenow’ at any moment. But I was being open and open-minded, so I talked to him a second time. This time around he repeatedly told me about how fabulous his house was, asked me to move in, offered to pay some bills and asked how soon I thought we could start having the kids God never blessed him with. Hold up, partner! I give good phone, but it’s not THAT good. I don’t think I’d said more than 20 words to this man and he had me barefoot and pregnant by year’s end. Needless to say, I’ve not spoken to him since.
The challenge came to an end and I have to say I wasn’t sorry to see it end. I’ll leave the dating to the professionals. In the meantime, there are books to be read, music to be heard and television to be watched. And that Luther song? Oh, it went bye-bye.
What do you think, BougieLand - is it just that hard out there for a Bougienista? Do you think (as I do) that 30 days isn't enough time to see what's out there? I've noticed that many of you have stated that you tried and gave up in frustration. Should we consider searching for acceptable companionship a marathon instead of a sprint? And what is to be done with these Cap/Cat Daddies out there? Can someone (Brian McKnight) host an intervention reality show to get some of these dudes out of the club?! And have YOU mastered the art of giving good phone? Show some comment love...