Most of us feel like the internet is anonymous. A big, vast world where we can act a little risque and nobody will know. Turns out, the internet can be a small world too.
I was divorced (don't ask) four months ago, and can safely say that the only thing I miss is being able to have sex whenever I wanted to (mostly). I've always had trouble finding someone that will date me consistently, yet not be in a relationship with me. And most of my dates lately haven't been anywhere close to getting physical any time soon... so it's a bit of a dry spell.
A conversation came up about the personals on Craigslist so I went to check out the ads. It's a virtual penis convention! I live in Branson, about two hours away from Joplin, where I usually go to play poker on the weekends. So I searched Joplin ads to see what there was. Thinking this would be safely far away from my hometown and anyone who would know me. I've never been interested in a hook-up buddy, but thought, why not? I'm having trouble going the dating route and keeping men out of my private life (or away from my family), so why not try a hook-up deal? If it was consistent and discreet, it could work.
The idea being that I would find a guy in Joplin who I could go see after playing poker half of the night. So I replied to an ad.... really sexy guy. Of course, his ad only showed him below the neck, nude.
He recognized my name from my email address and asked what I was doing in Joplin. I told him I was going to play poker, then he knew for sure it was the right girl. He replied, "We actually know each other, I'll meet you in the VIP lounge for a drink." YIKES!!!! So much for anonymity!!!
WORST POSSIBLE OUTCOME. ABORT!
I may have mentioned before that I have a loop rule. I don't date anyone in "the loop". This includes clients, potential clients, friends, friends of friends, timeshare salesmen and poker players (or dealers or casino employees). Why? To protect my professional reputation and eliminate potential drama from my life. Poker is my favorite pastime. I go there to play poker, not get picked up or meet guys. I have to be taken serious as a player and treated equally. I can't muck that up with some dating nonsense.
Not only was he a poker player, he was someone I've played with many times. I was horribly embarrassed to be answering an ad like that, especially when I go out of my way to let poker players know that I'm not date-able. Now I had to figure out how to back track from this failed idea and still protect my reputation. Not an easy feat. The main thing I had going for me was that he created such an ad and posted a pic of his junk. Decent leverage.
I explained my dry spell and hook up logic to him, stated that I was flattered he would be interested in me, and asked if we could forget this ever happened and just go back to playing poker together. He didn't agree with my logic but respected it.
LESSON LEARNED: Do not go dumpster diving! Someone WILL see you.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Pool Urinator
He pees in the pool! And his name is Jeremy.
He was a pretty nice guy and we seemed to have a lot in common. During dinner I was telling him about my Mexico trip. I mentioned that we might stay in an adult only resort next time because the part of the pool with all the kids in it was strangely warm.
"The pool wraps around the whole resort so we decided to walk through the pool up to the bar. When we got to the main pool, we noticed it was significantly warmer and full of kids."
"Did you pee in the pool Cheryl?"
Thinking he was joking, I kept telling my story... "I told Tammy the pool was strangely warmer here and she said, "It's probably from all the piss!" because of all the kids peeing in the pool."
"But did YOU pee in the pool?"
Not finding this cute, I said, "No, because I'm an adult." (in my most sarcastic annoyed voice)
"Well I pee in the pool so you might not want to swim with me. I mean I'll give you fair warning so you can move away first."
"So... do you think the pee just stays right there where you left it?"
The weird part is this was a serious conversation. He didn't even crack a smile. He actually urinates in pools and lakes and thinks it's okay. He commented that water was the last safe place to pee in public. I think he probably feels like everyone does it and just lies about it so he's doing better than them by at least admitting it.
Second date? Sure, why not... but I'll never swim with this guy.
LESSON LEARNED: Don't hop in the pool with just anyone!
He was a pretty nice guy and we seemed to have a lot in common. During dinner I was telling him about my Mexico trip. I mentioned that we might stay in an adult only resort next time because the part of the pool with all the kids in it was strangely warm.
"The pool wraps around the whole resort so we decided to walk through the pool up to the bar. When we got to the main pool, we noticed it was significantly warmer and full of kids."
"Did you pee in the pool Cheryl?"
Thinking he was joking, I kept telling my story... "I told Tammy the pool was strangely warmer here and she said, "It's probably from all the piss!" because of all the kids peeing in the pool."
"But did YOU pee in the pool?"
Not finding this cute, I said, "No, because I'm an adult." (in my most sarcastic annoyed voice)
"Well I pee in the pool so you might not want to swim with me. I mean I'll give you fair warning so you can move away first."
"So... do you think the pee just stays right there where you left it?"
The weird part is this was a serious conversation. He didn't even crack a smile. He actually urinates in pools and lakes and thinks it's okay. He commented that water was the last safe place to pee in public. I think he probably feels like everyone does it and just lies about it so he's doing better than them by at least admitting it.
Second date? Sure, why not... but I'll never swim with this guy.
LESSON LEARNED: Don't hop in the pool with just anyone!
Friday, September 9, 2011
The Liar
This guy couldn’t tell the truth about anything. Starting with his name – and I still don’t know what it really is. He said his name was Jake Pellerin but while we were eating and talking about Facebook, he added me and his name was Jake Thibodeaux. When I asked why he used a different name, he said his real name was Pellerin but he had so many friends asking him for money or jobs because he’s rich that he made this alternate facebook account. So naturally I asked about his real account and he said he deleted it. He only has ten friends on the new account and they are all women from dating sites. I mostly know this because when I look at the girls’ profiles and see our mutual friends, they are all men I met on dating sites.
So clearly this is a fake account he uses to converse with women he’s dating. On his dating profile and his facebook profile, the picture is one with a cowboy hat looking down that doesn’t show his face. The logical conclusion is that he’s probably married.
He’s from Louisiana but his profile said Texarkana, Arkansas and when he messaged me he said he was moving to Branson and coming up here to look for a house. Once he arrived in town, he changed his location to Branson. It would stand to reason that he probably goes out of town for work or looking for jobs and uses these fake profiles to hook up with women while there.
His name was just the beginning of his lies. He lied about obvious things and couldn’t control it. He claimed he owned an oil business with 62 employees. This was in his dating profile too. Upon learning I was an accountant, he proceeded to tell me about how his accountant wouldn’t let him claim all the mileage from his work truck or other deductions. I offered to look over his return and possibly amend it. He said that he had to pay in an additional $6,000 because of the accountant’s mistake. Later he was talking about checking his return online and there was a message that there was a problem with it and he needed to call the IRS. I asked how he checked his return online and he said he went to the irs.gov and there is a link there to check. I said, “Do you mean the Check Your Refund link?” To which he replied, “yeah, that’s it.” I said, “You know you can only use that if you have a refund, right?” He argued with me saying that he’d show me right now on his phone that I (a certified public accountant dealing with the IRS often) was wrong. I told him to please show me because if there is a feature out there that my clients might be able to use, I’d like to know about it. (Said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.)
He claimed to be getting 50 or more messages a day from desperate women wanting after him for his money. He said he had to block some of them because they wanted to do crazy things like pour hot wax all over him. He pulled up a profile of a woman he said he blocked because of her crazy sex talk. Again, I pointed out that when you block people you can’t pull up their profile, so maybe he was confused. But no, turns out I just don’t know how the dating site works either. He really thought I was dumb.
He arrived in a 1999 Jeep Cherokee. When I asked about that, he said he doesn’t like to drive his expensive cars and trucks around because people are always after him for his money. I thought, wouldn’t that be a reason to not constantly tell people that you’re rich?
He was staying in a local timeshare resort that I’m very familiar with since I have a lot of tax clients in the timeshare industry. Branson is a tourist town and the timeshare industry pulls people in with the mini-vacations designed to generate an audience for presentations (and sales).
When he told me where he was staying, I asked if he had a timeshare. He said no, it was nothing like that. He said he paid $8,000 for it about ten years ago and it was unlimited; he could go where he wanted to and stay as long as he waned with no fees. “I even have a deed,” he exclaimed. If you know anything about timeshares, then you know that they all come with deeds.
Not wanting him to continue looking like an idiot, I explained that Branson is a really small town. It looks much bigger than it is because we have about 50,000 tourists a day in town, but our actually population is only 6,000, and as such, everyone knows everyone… and most of us know how timeshare works.
He couldn’t be deterred. Just one of those sad, pathetic people that is so unhappy with his actual life, he needs to create a fantasy world to feel worthy. Unfortunately for him, I’m extremely turned off by lying, especially the self-promotion kind.
I used a coupon that gave us $10 off our meal, he paid, being careful to hide what he was leaving as a tip. I asked if I could get the tip and he said that he already got it and that he tips unusually high and that’s why everyone knows him and likes him (news to me). Since I actually do know everyone working there, I asked our server later about the tip. He left about 7%.... even less if you factor in the $10 discount. Generally when using a coupon, it’s customary to tip off the original bill. And since I really do know everyone, I try to take very good care of my servers. I added to her tip as I usually do in these cases. Tipping tells me things about a person’s respect for others so I always pay attention to that.
So, throughout our entire encounter, he couldn’t be honest about a single thing! Since we were now facebook friends, I posted a quote just for him:
“We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.” ~Tad Williams
It was perfect for him. He lies about himself because he fears people won’t like him, yet by lying, he makes more people not like him. Sadly, I’m sure he didn’t make the connection, and he even asked me out again.
So clearly this is a fake account he uses to converse with women he’s dating. On his dating profile and his facebook profile, the picture is one with a cowboy hat looking down that doesn’t show his face. The logical conclusion is that he’s probably married.
He’s from Louisiana but his profile said Texarkana, Arkansas and when he messaged me he said he was moving to Branson and coming up here to look for a house. Once he arrived in town, he changed his location to Branson. It would stand to reason that he probably goes out of town for work or looking for jobs and uses these fake profiles to hook up with women while there.
His name was just the beginning of his lies. He lied about obvious things and couldn’t control it. He claimed he owned an oil business with 62 employees. This was in his dating profile too. Upon learning I was an accountant, he proceeded to tell me about how his accountant wouldn’t let him claim all the mileage from his work truck or other deductions. I offered to look over his return and possibly amend it. He said that he had to pay in an additional $6,000 because of the accountant’s mistake. Later he was talking about checking his return online and there was a message that there was a problem with it and he needed to call the IRS. I asked how he checked his return online and he said he went to the irs.gov and there is a link there to check. I said, “Do you mean the Check Your Refund link?” To which he replied, “yeah, that’s it.” I said, “You know you can only use that if you have a refund, right?” He argued with me saying that he’d show me right now on his phone that I (a certified public accountant dealing with the IRS often) was wrong. I told him to please show me because if there is a feature out there that my clients might be able to use, I’d like to know about it. (Said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.)
He claimed to be getting 50 or more messages a day from desperate women wanting after him for his money. He said he had to block some of them because they wanted to do crazy things like pour hot wax all over him. He pulled up a profile of a woman he said he blocked because of her crazy sex talk. Again, I pointed out that when you block people you can’t pull up their profile, so maybe he was confused. But no, turns out I just don’t know how the dating site works either. He really thought I was dumb.
He arrived in a 1999 Jeep Cherokee. When I asked about that, he said he doesn’t like to drive his expensive cars and trucks around because people are always after him for his money. I thought, wouldn’t that be a reason to not constantly tell people that you’re rich?
He was staying in a local timeshare resort that I’m very familiar with since I have a lot of tax clients in the timeshare industry. Branson is a tourist town and the timeshare industry pulls people in with the mini-vacations designed to generate an audience for presentations (and sales).
When he told me where he was staying, I asked if he had a timeshare. He said no, it was nothing like that. He said he paid $8,000 for it about ten years ago and it was unlimited; he could go where he wanted to and stay as long as he waned with no fees. “I even have a deed,” he exclaimed. If you know anything about timeshares, then you know that they all come with deeds.
Not wanting him to continue looking like an idiot, I explained that Branson is a really small town. It looks much bigger than it is because we have about 50,000 tourists a day in town, but our actually population is only 6,000, and as such, everyone knows everyone… and most of us know how timeshare works.
He couldn’t be deterred. Just one of those sad, pathetic people that is so unhappy with his actual life, he needs to create a fantasy world to feel worthy. Unfortunately for him, I’m extremely turned off by lying, especially the self-promotion kind.
I used a coupon that gave us $10 off our meal, he paid, being careful to hide what he was leaving as a tip. I asked if I could get the tip and he said that he already got it and that he tips unusually high and that’s why everyone knows him and likes him (news to me). Since I actually do know everyone working there, I asked our server later about the tip. He left about 7%.... even less if you factor in the $10 discount. Generally when using a coupon, it’s customary to tip off the original bill. And since I really do know everyone, I try to take very good care of my servers. I added to her tip as I usually do in these cases. Tipping tells me things about a person’s respect for others so I always pay attention to that.
So, throughout our entire encounter, he couldn’t be honest about a single thing! Since we were now facebook friends, I posted a quote just for him:
“We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.” ~Tad Williams
It was perfect for him. He lies about himself because he fears people won’t like him, yet by lying, he makes more people not like him. Sadly, I’m sure he didn’t make the connection, and he even asked me out again.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Date or Babysitting?
We'll call him "Nick." Actually his real name is Nick Gregory and I suck at coming up with pseudonyms. I figure that if people don't want their real name printed on the internet, they shouldn't behave in a blog-worthy manner.
Nick was a nice 27 year old white male. We met at Ruby Tuesday on a Friday night. He wasn't as nice in person as he'd been via text and seemed a little full of himself. At 27, I hadn't expected him to be able to carry on an intelligent conversation, but it turned out he wasn't capable of conversation at all. He talked about how he only dates "mature" women now because they "know what they want." My thoughts were -- and you think that's you? Of course I was offended by the word mature. Mature vitamins are for women over 50 and I'm no where near 50 a-hole.
When the check arrived, he started mumbling about not being paid yet that day, blah, blah, blah. Ready for this date to be over, I just grabbed it and paid. When it was time to leave, he informed me that he had been dropped off there and needed a ride home. Um what?! You got dropped off and didn't think to clear that with me first? Apparently he thought he was so cute and charming that I'd jump at the chance to give him a ride. I had a split second thought about going to the restroom and leaving him there. But I quickly dismissed the idea since most of the staff are friends and I didn't want to dump that problem on them.
Arriving at his "home" I noticed several cars and was pretty certain this was a local drug rehab house (similar to a half way house). I asked about it and he confirmed that he was in treatment there but had turned his life around and more self-serving drivel. He then mentioned that he was "late" and the house had a 10:30 pm curfew. It was 10:43. He asked me to wait while he made sure he could get in. He called the house and had a TMI conversation with whoever was in charge and learned that he could not come in past curfew. He said, "I guess it's your lucky night." Really? Stuck with a homeless, unintelligent drug addict is your idea of lucky?
After much conversation about where he wanted me to take him and him having no place to go, could he please sleep on my couch, etc, I relented. Although I can generally chew someone out really well via text or email, I lack capacity to deal with real life conflict. I reasoned; I paid for dinner, I'm stuck with him, he's 27, what could go wrong?
EVERYTHING!
We got to my house where I promptly opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. He began dropping his clothes as soon as he was in the front door. He was short and extremely skinny yet for some reason felt my jaw should be dropping at the sight of his body. Ugh. Upon seeing him nude coupled with his limitless arrogance, I knew then that I would not be getting naked with this guy. I downed my glass of wine, pointed out the couch and told him I was going to bed.
He followed. Crawled right up onto my bed and put his penis in my face saying, "Do you want to taste me?"
I quickly replied, "No!" while simultaneously thinking HELL NO and ARE YOU ON CRACK? Actually, that part could have been true; he was certainly living out some deluded fantasy where he's sexy and women fall all over him.
Here's a little Cougar 101: If you date older women, don't pay, don't drive, basically don't have a home, and can't put three words together in an appealing fashion; you do not get to put your cock in her mouth. Ever! At this point you are simply a little bitch here to make me happy. If you lack the capacity to please me physically then do the dishes or something. And you do NOT get to drink my good wine!
But he did. Drank a whole bottle of Mirassou Pinot Noir.
I tried to roll over and go to sleep utilizing my normal method of problem solving - pretending it doesn't exist. Not giving up easily, he came to the other side of the bed, threw my man pillow on the floor (full length body pillow), put one of my smaller pillows under his bare ass (1200 thread count sheets by the way - no place for his nasty ass to be), and tried to kiss me.
I politely said, "Do not sit on my pillows because I put my face there and I don't want anything from your ass getting on my face." I asked him again to go sleep on the couch and leave me alone.
Yes, I had the thoughts of a normal person, call 911, call a guy friend to escort him out, trick him into going outside and locking him out, etc. But for some reason I opted to try to sleep and deal with it in the morning. He stayed awake most of the night going through my books and drinking my good wine. About 6:00 am I offered to take him home. He was reading a book I have on blow jobs probably wondering why I have such a book but didn't want to 'taste' him. He asked if I wanted to try any of this stuff and I again replied, "NO, but I will take you home." Next he wanted to know if I would watch him finish himself. I told him, in my stern voice, that he had to leave now and he could not do that in my house and certainly not while sitting on my bed.
He left.
LESSON LEARNED: Do not pay for dinner! It's all downhill from there.
Nick was a nice 27 year old white male. We met at Ruby Tuesday on a Friday night. He wasn't as nice in person as he'd been via text and seemed a little full of himself. At 27, I hadn't expected him to be able to carry on an intelligent conversation, but it turned out he wasn't capable of conversation at all. He talked about how he only dates "mature" women now because they "know what they want." My thoughts were -- and you think that's you? Of course I was offended by the word mature. Mature vitamins are for women over 50 and I'm no where near 50 a-hole.
When the check arrived, he started mumbling about not being paid yet that day, blah, blah, blah. Ready for this date to be over, I just grabbed it and paid. When it was time to leave, he informed me that he had been dropped off there and needed a ride home. Um what?! You got dropped off and didn't think to clear that with me first? Apparently he thought he was so cute and charming that I'd jump at the chance to give him a ride. I had a split second thought about going to the restroom and leaving him there. But I quickly dismissed the idea since most of the staff are friends and I didn't want to dump that problem on them.
Arriving at his "home" I noticed several cars and was pretty certain this was a local drug rehab house (similar to a half way house). I asked about it and he confirmed that he was in treatment there but had turned his life around and more self-serving drivel. He then mentioned that he was "late" and the house had a 10:30 pm curfew. It was 10:43. He asked me to wait while he made sure he could get in. He called the house and had a TMI conversation with whoever was in charge and learned that he could not come in past curfew. He said, "I guess it's your lucky night." Really? Stuck with a homeless, unintelligent drug addict is your idea of lucky?
After much conversation about where he wanted me to take him and him having no place to go, could he please sleep on my couch, etc, I relented. Although I can generally chew someone out really well via text or email, I lack capacity to deal with real life conflict. I reasoned; I paid for dinner, I'm stuck with him, he's 27, what could go wrong?
EVERYTHING!
We got to my house where I promptly opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. He began dropping his clothes as soon as he was in the front door. He was short and extremely skinny yet for some reason felt my jaw should be dropping at the sight of his body. Ugh. Upon seeing him nude coupled with his limitless arrogance, I knew then that I would not be getting naked with this guy. I downed my glass of wine, pointed out the couch and told him I was going to bed.
He followed. Crawled right up onto my bed and put his penis in my face saying, "Do you want to taste me?"
I quickly replied, "No!" while simultaneously thinking HELL NO and ARE YOU ON CRACK? Actually, that part could have been true; he was certainly living out some deluded fantasy where he's sexy and women fall all over him.
Here's a little Cougar 101: If you date older women, don't pay, don't drive, basically don't have a home, and can't put three words together in an appealing fashion; you do not get to put your cock in her mouth. Ever! At this point you are simply a little bitch here to make me happy. If you lack the capacity to please me physically then do the dishes or something. And you do NOT get to drink my good wine!
But he did. Drank a whole bottle of Mirassou Pinot Noir.
I tried to roll over and go to sleep utilizing my normal method of problem solving - pretending it doesn't exist. Not giving up easily, he came to the other side of the bed, threw my man pillow on the floor (full length body pillow), put one of my smaller pillows under his bare ass (1200 thread count sheets by the way - no place for his nasty ass to be), and tried to kiss me.
I politely said, "Do not sit on my pillows because I put my face there and I don't want anything from your ass getting on my face." I asked him again to go sleep on the couch and leave me alone.
Yes, I had the thoughts of a normal person, call 911, call a guy friend to escort him out, trick him into going outside and locking him out, etc. But for some reason I opted to try to sleep and deal with it in the morning. He stayed awake most of the night going through my books and drinking my good wine. About 6:00 am I offered to take him home. He was reading a book I have on blow jobs probably wondering why I have such a book but didn't want to 'taste' him. He asked if I wanted to try any of this stuff and I again replied, "NO, but I will take you home." Next he wanted to know if I would watch him finish himself. I told him, in my stern voice, that he had to leave now and he could not do that in my house and certainly not while sitting on my bed.
He left.
LESSON LEARNED: Do not pay for dinner! It's all downhill from there.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Marriage Proposal
Some guys like to get right to the point!
Like paintertom, who asked me, in his first message, to marry him. Knowing how men like to cut and paste their messages to multiple women, I'm wondering how many other women got this short and sweet offer of marriage.
Paintertom is a 45 year old white male whose first date idea is to "have a toe curlin good time lol would like to have biscuits n gravy if you can make it?" Apparently he thinks an offer of marriage will up his chances.
For a few days I did nothing but show it around to my friends and we all had a great laugh. I hadn't intended to reply, but one night when I'd had enough wine, I thought "wouldn't it be funny if I said yes then listed a ton of problems I have" and so I typed out a reply:
Keep in mind my goal here was sarcasm and that I typed out this reply on my cell phone while sitting at a bar sipping wine. Still he replied with a "Come on with it then, you're cute!" -- only misspelled and without punctuation. I decided it was a good time to end this dialog. After all, I'd had my fun... and I was sober now.
Best of luck to you paintertom. You might try hitting on chicks at the welfare line or food pantry. Surely one of them knows how to make biscuits and gravy.
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| Love the misspellings and lack of grammar! |
Paintertom is a 45 year old white male whose first date idea is to "have a toe curlin good time lol would like to have biscuits n gravy if you can make it?" Apparently he thinks an offer of marriage will up his chances.
For a few days I did nothing but show it around to my friends and we all had a great laugh. I hadn't intended to reply, but one night when I'd had enough wine, I thought "wouldn't it be funny if I said yes then listed a ton of problems I have" and so I typed out a reply:
God always has a way of being there for me and your proposal of marriage is just that; Heaven sent. Yes I will marry! I have 17 kids and am being evicted in a week. Assuming we'll live at your house. I have several big, strong sons that can help us add on a few rooms. Can't wait for the wedding night (which has to be this week by the way). I LOVE YOU!!!
Keep in mind my goal here was sarcasm and that I typed out this reply on my cell phone while sitting at a bar sipping wine. Still he replied with a "Come on with it then, you're cute!" -- only misspelled and without punctuation. I decided it was a good time to end this dialog. After all, I'd had my fun... and I was sober now.
Best of luck to you paintertom. You might try hitting on chicks at the welfare line or food pantry. Surely one of them knows how to make biscuits and gravy.
About Me and This Blog
I've had an online dating profile for about a year. As I tell my friends about some of my crazy dates, they frequently say, "You should write a book." So I thought I would share my dating adventures with the world via this blog.
I'm older, 43, have a big family and decent career. I'm very happy with the way my life is. Thus, unlike other online daters, I'm not looking for The One. My goal is to have some fun on the weekends while my children visit their Dad, make new friends, and put a little romance in my life.
Because I've been deeply hurt in the past due to lying; I am incredibly upfront and honest. Full honesty is my only deal breaker. When I say honest, I mean being open, upfront, offering up information without being asked, and telling the whole truth. I'm not ready to give a man everything he needs and as such, I expect that the men I date are also dating other women. And because I've resolved to be single (best for my family) I won't date only one man. I will, however, be completely open and tell the men I date everything about what I'm doing and who I'm seeing. (Feel compelled to clarify that dating is not a code word for sex.)
I have fourteen children (eleven still living at home), three grandchildren and a fourth grandchild on the way. I wanted the big family since I was seventeen and attended the funeral of my great-grandmother. Of all the things she had done (which were quite impressive) I realized that her most important accomplishment was this huge family she left behind, her legacy. And the only people that were going to talk about her accomplishments for years to come was her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and so on.
My mother remarried and her husband didn't get along with most of us. I feel like she experienced a diminished relationship with her children and grandchildren because of her choice to have a husband. I never want that to be the case for me. I want my home to always be open to my children and their children.
I believe people have a right to make choices based on all the facts. Therefore, I tell the men I date upfront that I will not be in a relationship or marry again. I post all my dates on Facebook via the check-in feature and just try to be completely transparent. I understand that the men I date are usually seeking more and will ultimately find that one special girl for them. When that happens, I hope I've created the kind atmosphere where we could remain friends.
Ironically, my openness is often met with suspicion and distrust (or the conclusion that I'm simply looking to get laid). People in the dating world are horribly jaded, and in their defense, there is much lying and deceit going on all around.
These are my stories.... meant solely as entertainment.
I'm older, 43, have a big family and decent career. I'm very happy with the way my life is. Thus, unlike other online daters, I'm not looking for The One. My goal is to have some fun on the weekends while my children visit their Dad, make new friends, and put a little romance in my life.
Because I've been deeply hurt in the past due to lying; I am incredibly upfront and honest. Full honesty is my only deal breaker. When I say honest, I mean being open, upfront, offering up information without being asked, and telling the whole truth. I'm not ready to give a man everything he needs and as such, I expect that the men I date are also dating other women. And because I've resolved to be single (best for my family) I won't date only one man. I will, however, be completely open and tell the men I date everything about what I'm doing and who I'm seeing. (Feel compelled to clarify that dating is not a code word for sex.)
I have fourteen children (eleven still living at home), three grandchildren and a fourth grandchild on the way. I wanted the big family since I was seventeen and attended the funeral of my great-grandmother. Of all the things she had done (which were quite impressive) I realized that her most important accomplishment was this huge family she left behind, her legacy. And the only people that were going to talk about her accomplishments for years to come was her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and so on.
My mother remarried and her husband didn't get along with most of us. I feel like she experienced a diminished relationship with her children and grandchildren because of her choice to have a husband. I never want that to be the case for me. I want my home to always be open to my children and their children.
I believe people have a right to make choices based on all the facts. Therefore, I tell the men I date upfront that I will not be in a relationship or marry again. I post all my dates on Facebook via the check-in feature and just try to be completely transparent. I understand that the men I date are usually seeking more and will ultimately find that one special girl for them. When that happens, I hope I've created the kind atmosphere where we could remain friends.
Ironically, my openness is often met with suspicion and distrust (or the conclusion that I'm simply looking to get laid). People in the dating world are horribly jaded, and in their defense, there is much lying and deceit going on all around.
These are my stories.... meant solely as entertainment.
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