Dear readers; set down those hot beverages and brace yourselves: your humble narrator actually went on a date. Well, technically a couple of them. I set up a profile on yet another dating site, purely for the purpose of doing some research for a new post I was working on, (which I've since abandoned). In the interests of full disclosure, I was completely upfront about what I was doing there, and even included a link to the blog. Curiously, for all the discretion that forms part of the site's modus operandi, and asks for from its members, I garnered double the responses I usually get. A lot of them were from guys who had followed the link and become readers (hey guys!), but I got quite a few other offers too, (most of which I can't mention in this forum due to their 'adult' nature).
Anyone who was quick enough to have caught my last post before I deleted it, and I was so instantly unhappy with it you would need to have been, will know that I actually accepted one offer, (from someone single), and ended up having a lovely evening with a very intelligent and interesting guy who ended up staying the night, (and that is the most detail you are going to get lest this post turn into a cheap(er) Sex In The City rip-off. I am still very much a single woman, but I will be removing my profile from the site shortly because, to use a horrible Hipster term, it isn't the 'organic' way to meet someone, but I'm not entirely sorry I did it. I'm an unemployed, forty year old single mother of a special needs child. I have a psychologist on speed-dial, and if ever there was a movie made about my life, nobody short of Jessica Lange would be fit to play my mother. These things put me very much at the bottom of the totem pole in terms of eligibility, but the point of this post is that I won't let that put me off getting back into the swing of things, because it doesn't scare me anymore.
Unlike some of the responses I got from the above-mentioned site.
Aint no way I'm blogging about those!