Live life as a date
So, why should you bother reading about the not-so-hot times? Most meets are mediocre. Learn what isn’t. Internet dating is a numbers game. Meet two dozen men. Find one. If you’re lucky. Connecting isn’t easy. Your mediocre is someone else’s Honey. Internet dating is a marathon. This is training. You learn something from my mistakes. Every time. Nothing counts. Except The Meet. Nothing.
Reasons To Give Clueless Guy a Chance We women are natural born detectives, putting together all kinds of clues to figure out men’s behavior. Lucky for us, we have help. Girlfriends, coworkers, sons, daughters, and aunts. Even the gang at the gym will lend an opinion; in fact, several women in my zumba class are very interested in my love life. And don’t discount that old bible of daters, He’s Just Not That Into You.…
This is for the guys out there. And ladies, feel free to take a peek. So you'll know we guys aren't quite as tough as we'd like you to think. Rejection is our middle name. When it comes to any kind of dating, we're the ones taking the body blows. Imagine this: you're on the dating site, scrolling through all the lovelies. You see her. A great smile and let's face it, great legs. Who…
Let's have a glass of wine and talk: No Movin' No Shakin' Is anything happening here? I don’t suppose a woman over fifty should be taking the old He’s Just Not That Into You book too seriously. Or maybe I should. I pulled it off my shelf last night. It’s easy reading and yuck! I saw myself and mistakes I’ve made in the past. Right there in those pages. So I started wondering how you can tell…
I’m a writer finishing up a novel. So what’s with the How To website about dating, especially middlesageish dating? When I started meeting men––or should I call it redating––in my middle ages, I knew nothing. Here are a few of the many things my friends said: Don’t take it personally. Nothing has changed since we were thirteen. There’s a lot of monkeying and ghosting. It’s a numbers game. Everything has changed since we were thirteen.…
Saturday afternoon. I am food shopping with my friend Peter, something we do from time to time after hiking. We’re loitering in Seafood, leaving threads of dirt from our boots wherever we walk. We each hold a service number. “I’m thinking shrimp cocktail. Sole with lemon-butter. I make a mean lemon-butter sauce. Arugula and brown rice.” Peter brags about his cooking about as often as the average man pulls on boxers. “Pretty special for a…
What do you notice in the first few seconds on a first meet? His comb over? Her weight? This unscientific survey is brought to you courtesy of my friends (names changed) and acquaintances, all middle ageish and dating online. They were all asked the same question and yes, the sex card was played. Or at least mentioned. What Women Notice in the First 5 Minutes We pick up on certain things. Such as you asking…
An hour we talked. Hit it off. Told me about his business, his kids, his exercise routine and asked me questions about myself, so it wasn’t one-sided. Just when I figured he’d ask about meeting, he told me he didn’t think we had a connection. My mouth was still hanging open when he hung up. Watch for the follow-up, Phone 100, about women who don’t have a phone clue.
I’m Sunny Chanel, the main character in Middle Ageish, Shirley’s novel. Fifty and dating. A lot. Did I have a choice? The woman invented me. She dated. She wrote. She stuck me in the novel. She even broke my heart. Lots of those meets in the novel were the real thing, but who can tell what’s true from truish? I’ve lost track myself. I’ll bet Shirley’s lost track too. She carried a little notebook to…
Internet meets are never this easy, the banter never this clever, the guy never this good looking. Something is wrong, but what?
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