Hello, Cat Ryan here. Just wanted to let you know that I’m back in the saddle again—the saddle, that is, of internet dating.
The good news is that after a few false starts I finally made a friend. Yes, a male friend. Woo hoo! They do exist, after all. Could this be a case of “When Harry met Sally” though? Harry didn’t think that males and females could ever be friends because the “sex” thing always gets in the way. Do you agree with this? Well, I tend not to. I think that if two people have lots in common and there is no physical attraction between them, then yes, they can be friends. I also think that even with males I’m attracted to, if I take the sex out of the equation, I need to know that we can at least be friends; otherwise, once the “lust” phase is over the whole relationship will collapse.
The good news is that after a few false starts I finally made a friend. Yes, a male friend. Woo hoo! They do exist, after all. Could this be a case of “When Harry met Sally” though? Harry didn’t think that males and females could ever be friends because the “sex” thing always gets in the way. Do you agree with this? Well, I tend not to. I think that if two people have lots in common and there is no physical attraction between them, then yes, they can be friends. I also think that even with males I’m attracted to, if I take the sex out of the equation, I need to know that we can at least be friends; otherwise, once the “lust” phase is over the whole relationship will collapse.
But back to the internet dating: A couple of weeks ago, I had coffee with a rather cute younger man (don’t ask me how much younger than me he was because I won’t reveal this in public. lol). Anyway, this guy was very engaging and we had things in common, and I found myself thinking that perhaps our new “friendship” would turn into something more intimate. I could see myself getting involved with him, even though he wasn’t as cute as Richard Gere in
American Gigolo, but then, who is, right?
American Gigolo, but then, who is, right?
Our date went well, we had lots to talk about and liked each other, and I thought he was rather romantic. He paid me nice compliments and told me I looked 26 instead of 4... (well, let’s just say 40, shall we?). We parted with a lovely hug, a chaste kiss, and the promise of another meeting. I then drove home and congratulated myself on how easily I got back in the saddle again, and was already anticipating our next date when suddenly I get a text message from him to the effect of the fact that he enjoyed the coffee with me and that he thought I had fantastic boobs.
OMG! Talk about vomit! Why do guys do this? Where’s the romance in “I love your boobs?” No class whatsoever. And that, my friends, was the end of that short-lived interlude.
OMG! Talk about vomit! Why do guys do this? Where’s the romance in “I love your boobs?” No class whatsoever. And that, my friends, was the end of that short-lived interlude.
This turned out to be just as bad as the guy who waited until he met me before he told me he was married. Needless to say, I had a very quick cup of coffee and ran out of there.
It’s really sad that with the advent of internet dating and social media like Facebook, it has become so much easier for people to cheat on their spouses. There is very little honour left in this world, and even less fidelity.
So, there isn’t much we can count on these days, except for those Nigerian scammers who are forever after me! Thank God I got it down to a fine art now, and it generally takes me under 3 seconds to find them out.
It’s really sad that with the advent of internet dating and social media like Facebook, it has become so much easier for people to cheat on their spouses. There is very little honour left in this world, and even less fidelity.
So, there isn’t much we can count on these days, except for those Nigerian scammers who are forever after me! Thank God I got it down to a fine art now, and it generally takes me under 3 seconds to find them out.
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