What's Your Sign?

I'm SOOO tired.  Dating is exhausting work.  No, not the dating... the weeding each other out.  The emails, the phone calls, the text messages, the getting ready for the dates, the rejection.  It's like a part-time job that pays you in diminished self-esteem.  I really shouldn't stress out over it, though.  One of the best pieces advice I've ever been given was by an older woman who told me, "Don't even stress out about men.  Just sit back, relax and let them weed themselves out."  The same advice could be given to a guy about women (or whomever), I think.  Both genders just tend to weed themselves out without you having to do much.  As long as you have standards, that is.

Speaking of, Bachelor #4 (THE SHIELD) called me back this evening while I was at sewing class.  I can't summon the energy to call him back.  I really am tired, about to pass out.  But it's my intuition more.  I think we would make a cute couple, but I don't like how often he cut me off when we spoke on the phone this past weekend.  And I don't think I'm an abnormally slow speaker either (but who does?), so he really shouldn't have been so impatient with me.  I felt like he wasn't even listening to me.   And of course the controlling vibe.  He sounded much nicer on his voicemail this time, though... but I don't know.  And I have this irrational fear of cops.  I've never been pulled over for DWB (driving while black) or been assaulted a la "Crash", so I don't know why they scare me (too much t.v.?).  They protect me!  I love them!  In fact, the few times I have been pulled over and should have been given a ticket, I was given leniency and a kind smile and warning.  I love cops!  But they really intimidate me.  And when he called, I had that same feeling of intimidation I get when I see the cop lights in my rearview mirror.  I don't know, it's weird.  Hard to explain.  I guess that's why it's called an irrational fear.

Bachelor #3, NIGHT MAN, e-mailed me and asked me out on another date this weekend.  I agreed.  He asked me if I had any suggestions, so I gave him one.  He's coming down to Long Beach again.  I just love what a gentleman he is.  Class act.  Well... except the truly classy thing would have been to actually pick up the phone and call, but details, details, he retains the title.

Anyway,  I'm sorry, but I have to say that if nothing pans out during my match trial period (which given my stanky attitude is a high probability), I'm done with internet dating.  It's really just too much.  Too much time, too much energy.  I really don't like the idea of paying to find a boyfriend anyway.  It seems counter-intuitive.  I'll just wait for my path to cross with the right guy- hopefully a Taurus or Pisces.  I've never dated either one of those, and I'm supposed to be most compatible with them.  Scorpio or Virgo is cool also.  I can't believe I'm into signs.  I was never into them before.  I used to roll my eyes when people would talk about zodiac stuff, so I understand the condescension (sp.) that gets directed at me when I talk about it.  But yeah, I'm all about it right now.  It would have been nice to be around (the 70s I suppose) when people were like, "What's your sign?"  I think that's a perfectly acceptable pick-up line.   I'd like it if someone used that one on me. 

The above picture is my standard first-date outfit.  There was a brief moment in time when my dating get-up was a bit fancier, but since I've joined match, my first date restaurants are much more casual now.  I guess it's because internet dating carries its risks and guys don't want to take a stranger somewhere really nice, or I'm simply just getting older and am no longer considered worthy of impressing or spoiling.  Oh, fleeting youth!  Come back to me!!  I no longer have to really get dressed to the nines; now I just throw on a summer dress.  But although this is casual, it's one of my favorites.  I wear it with strappy heels.