How can people believe that their soul mate is somewhere in the world? Further more, how can someone think their soul mate is, as luck would have it, within 25 miles of you? Sometimes I believe that my soul mate must live in Kathmandu! Nothing wrong with the Himalayas, but I am beginning to wonder about the entire dating process.
Rejection hurts everyone..... Sure there are guys that have sent me a quick message, but I just don't see the connection. I'm getting a tad, just a tad, braver about sending someone a comment. Not a lengthy letter or dissertation or anything, but a comment. Yes, the reverse is true too... I'm rejected too via the "inbox" (you have mail....NOT) . Better to be rejected before meeting someone right?
I find that common interest are not mutual on line either. One guy wrote: "why do all women think we want to immediately be intimate?" (I took the liberty of changing his wording). I came so close to responding: "When a guys "read me first" line is "Gr8kisser" you kind of get the idea that he wants intimacy. He needs to look at some of the male profiles before making that kind of statement. Along that line, one guy was tired of seeing self portraits taken with a phone camera. Out of focus, in the car, and cleavage shots!! I just started laughing. The cleavage shot needs to get with "gr8kisser" and just call it a day.
I can laugh because the more I look on-line, the more disillusioned I become. Sure, I would like to meet the man of my dreams (not sure about the "soul mate to complete me" jibberjabber), but I am also content with the life that I lead. I may meet him at the grocery store, coffee shop (I actually did meet a guy I dated for a bit at a coffee shop), or if I climb Mt. Everest one day, in Kathmandu, Nepal!
With Spring weather coming around, I have plenty to keep me busy and occupied. The late night times, when I do all of serious "woe is me", "I'm just not attracting the right guy", "what's wrong with me?" thoughts is when I think about, or wish I had a man in my life that thinks I'm the "cats meow" (where the heck did that saying originate?). Thankfully, I enjoy reading, so even those times are few and far between. I can read until I'm so tired that I don't have time to think..... Now, if I would quit waking up at 3am and start thinking, that would be a great night!
My family and friends are my blessings in my life..............and my life is good!
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