Online dating . . . weird, weird stuff.
I kinda like it. I am considered attractive by enough people to make it interesting.
I was afraid to do it, because I am now considerably older than the age of men I prefer. In the past 12 months, I’ve dated 30 (YM), 34 (FM), 33 (PR), 29, 29, 27, and then I’ve been in my secret relationship with the 34 year old FM. I am . . . not in my 30s.
But, apparently, most men who find me attractive are not put off by my age. Which is nice.
I’ve not yet found “the one.” I am, as my best girlfriend C likes to joke, “hugging a lot of frogs.” I am not getting involved. Not kissing them. Not doing anything.
But, I am chatting them up. Talking on the phone. Thinking about it. Pondering possibilities.
And saying yes.
I have said yes to nearly everyone who’s asked me out. They have to be relatively attractive, and I shut down men I would never consider very early, but I am looking upon them all as experiences, and I am saying yes.
It’s fun to date. It’s more fun to ponder.
There are romantic adventures ahead, journeys to be made, frogs to hug . . . and eventually kiss.
This is the fun part of moving on with the moving on.