5 days, 157 messages and 3 dates, I married the 3rd.
I ruthlessly sifted, sorted and deleted. First on looks, secondly on first message, thirdly on profile. I never did read all those messages. I got bored.
I'm not especially lucky, I'm certainly not any man's dream doormat who 'womans' well, but I am clever, quirky, odd, 40s, difficult, and fussy. I've been described as a Tom boy, as odd, and as eccentric. I don't live in a city either. I don't have a blazing career, a huge house or have exotic holidays. But I do have an ability to spot bullshit.
Some of it is luck, some of it is judgement. But mostly I think that my ability to accurately weigh people up quickly is due to having had such a fantastic mother. She was sharp and understood very well how the world worked.
I believe that how we behave, our expectations and therefore also how we are treated is dependent on quite complex dynamics that are rooted in our life experiences, mostly in our very formative years. I don't believe OLD is some strange aberration where only chancers hang out. It's fairly representative of society, there are good people with intentions. You need to believe you deserve to meet them, and know how to spot them.
If someone wonderful can find this mad old bat (me) and I can find him (aging old romantic who is better looking than Oliver Reed) ) then there is hope for you. I was 45 when I got married, and I don't mind a bit that it took so long to find him, because I did.