Online Dating: A Trial

Dear fans:
What can I say? I had a great, fun, sad, horrific, exciting, life-changing ride. I met some of the most amazing men in Detroit, MI. Most were very well-off, highly educated, tons of fun, and one sassy Canadian that seemed to be the fan favorite. I dated a Tigers coach, head engineers for Ford and Tesla, athletes, scientists, several ivy league grads, and a few from other states. It was all in good fun and each knew that I was on a mission. Because there were so many, I started to arrange them by themes – guys named Jeff week, bald guys week, engineer week, widower week, you get the idea. I had no idea that Jake, the “Norm” of the bar, told my dates what was happening and how they got the date as soon as I would leave for the bathroom! Too funny!

There was also one who would change everything, forever, that I’ll call “SJ”. He not only changed me but changed my family and I can never repay him for all that he did. He was so kind, supportive, loving, yet turned out to be someone who hurt me more than anyone. A narcissist who took advantage of my generosity, constantly (I do mean constantly) talked about his ex, twisted reality to suit his perspective, and drank to the point of embarrassment for both him and me.

You never know when something may click. For that reason, I only date smart, good looking, wealthy guys. (Or at least I perceive that to be the case until I find out they filed for bankruptcy or are really not a Harvard grad but only took a course there.) I’m not a snob and my friends would all agree to that. I like hard-working, motivated, well adjusted men. I went off all online dating when I started dating SJ. For some reason I couldn’t delete POF and it kept sending me emails. At one point my email box had 818 messages!!! I took a screen shot and sent it to my friend, John. CRAZY stuff!

I just turned it back on. Just like the TV commercials my in box filled up. In 5 minutes I had 30 emails and went from 0 to 99+ “meet me’s”. I now get about 50 emails a day. It’s fun but a bit exhausting. I send some of the most interesting ones to a friend group for laughs! Some guy was trying to impress me with everything that he had “big”. His body, to be fair, was pretty amazing. He claimed to have a big heart, big passion, big bank account, and big “C”. Naturally I said “oh, you’re a CEO! I’m only a VP!” LOL! Oddly, he didn’t email me back!

I decided to blog this because of all of my Detroit friends who went on the 65 dates in 70 days and didn’t benefit from the text follow-up. I love you all. Here goes…