Good morning from a chilly but sunny 36 degrees here in Michigan 😮💨☀️
Anyone else get excited
NOT to have any plans for the day 🤷♀️😁
Happy Saturday 🫶🏻
@AnnaKKraken Sorry you have to through this. In this time of internet dating and instant gratification it's seems that people need to take a class in basic dating skills.
I don't understand how men in their 40's and 50' have forgotten how real dating actually works..
Early Morning Dating Update
I woke up this morning to two text messages from gentlemen.
And by “gentlemen,” I mean men I’ve been on exactly one date with—never a second, barely a follow-up, and apparently now operating under the assumption that I’ve been lying awake waiting for their 12:42 AM offers of…intimacy.
Because nothing says “I’ve been thinking about you” like radio silence for weeks followed by a casual, “Want to know more about the extra appendage between my legs?”
I suppose it is Friday.
Time to dust off the Rolodex and offer the ladies some…attention.
The offers themselves? Truly riveting.
Pulitzer-worthy, really.
A stunning blend of minimal effort and maximum assumption.
So now I find myself facing a dilemma:
How does one even begin to choose from such a distinguished pool?
Do I select based on…hypothetical attributes and measurements?
The man with the bigger…ahem…”ego”? The one with the stronger belief that I exist solely as a convenient Friday night activity?
Or perhaps I should elevate the process—introduce some criteria.
Since I don’t have any verified data points, do I ask about lifestyle indicators?
“Do you own a boat?”
“And more importantly than the length of the extra appendage between your legs… how big is the dock? The beam?”
For research purposes, of course.
Meanwhile, these men—bless their confidence—have absolutely no idea that what I was actually looking for…was a conversation. A brain. A pulse above waist level, ideally.
It’s almost charming, really. The efficiency of it all.
Why waste time getting to know someone when you can skip straight to being declined?