Hmmm well I've been lurking on this thread for a while having stumbled across it when looking for online dating blogs to do some research. It's been amusing and saddening at the same time but what's clear is that communication is a problem for both sexes.
So - anyway, me. I'm a (soon to be) 41yr old divorced male from Northants. Two girls - teenagers who live nearby from a marriage ended nearly ten years ago. I've dipped into the world of online dating and by way of intro would like to share some umusing tales and also chip in on this thread from a male perspective (if that's OK) on my current dating exploits on POF (username there is the same as here if you want to put a face to the person).
So ..... couple of past tales off mis(s)adventure:
Costa Consternation
So, chatting to local girl from POF for a couple of weeks. Attractive sort, curvy with long dark hair. I compliment her on it as way of introduction and after a couple of weeks we start arrange to meet in local Costa.
I'm nervous. I like her. She arrives, looks exactly like the photos (a relief!). We order drinks, sit and chat, all going well. The conversation veers to work and stress. She asks if I get stressed - not really I reply. She then says thats when she started to have problems with her hair - I look, hmmm what problems.
She then takes off her wig in the busy Costa. I don't know where to look! The place is rammed and we're the centre of attention, her waving her long wig and me looking like I've seen a ghost. I sincerely think there must be some comedy cameras there but no .....and before thinking I blurt the first thing that comes to my mind ...."can I try it on?".
She lets me, we laugh it off and she takes a pic. God - priding myself on not being shallow I wonder if I could do this. I mean, I think a woman's hair is a really sensual part of her. Anyway ...we chat more and then part.
I mull it over for a few days and arrange to meet again. She cooks for me and on arrival she is not wearing the wig - it's an odd sensation. She shows me around as dinner cooks - on the bedside table is one of those mannekin heads. She points and says that's where the wig rests.
On seeing that I have to be honest with myself. It could never work.
The moral: sometimes no matter how accepting a person you are there are limits you reach before others would.
We met down the aisle .....
A local woman, early 50s messages me one Saturday evening on POF. Seems nice enough but I say politely that she's not my type and that I wish her well.
An hour later she mails me back saying she's on the wine and would I come over? Again politely I refuse saying that I'm busy and wishing her well in her search.
Another hour passes, on 2nd bottle of wine another invite comes - no thanks again, politely.
Half an hour later - a pic, laying on bed beckoning me in lingerie. I politely refuse.
She takes offence asking why. I say she's not for me and I don't like her personality. Raging she replies - who are you to judge my personality?
I reply, I'm the bloke who accidentally bashed you with his trolley in then Tesco wine aisle earlier and you screwed up your face and called a wanker.
The moral: more than marriage happens on an aisle.
No Monkey Business
Met a girl I'd been chatting to on POF after work in a bar in MK for dinner. I wear a suit to work (sigh) but she was OK to meet after work.
She rang me after Id been there 15 mins saying she was running late from work and hadn't had time to get changed. No probs I said, after all - I was still in my work gear. Secretly I was pleased as I'd thought I'd been stood up.
It appears that in some jobs socialising in work gear is OK - not when you look after apes at the local safari park it transpires. In she rolled, bedraggled, straw in hair and stinking of poo.
She was a nice girl and I gave her the benefit and met her again. We went to the oyster festival in nearby Woburn. She was nervous so got tipsy (no drink for me - driving). We ate some oysters, had a giggle, danced to the live band.
By the end she was worse for wear. I dropped her off and before we could get out the car she leaned over and threw up on my lap. I was mortified but took her into her house and got her and I cleaned up. She kicked off when I rejected her sick mouthed snogging advances!
The moral: effluent and body fluid on successive dates is not likely to inspire romance.
Anyway folks - that's me. Hopefully welcome to come out of the shadows and post .....