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They didn't know who I was talking about, but, there HAD been about a hundred people or so there, so, it wasn't surprising that they might not remember everyone.
"Tom," my friend's husband, he "sort of remembers a red- headed girl arriving with some others from the office.''A couple of days later, I called "Erica". We chatted and ended up making plans to meet for dinner and a show later in the week.
You can imagine my horror to find that this man I trusted was actually dating while living with me! After several glasses of wine and if memory serves me correctly, some sort of coven-like ceremonial dancing involving moonlight, twirling around in flowy gown attire (picture Stevie Nicks), a bubbling cauldron (and there are some fuzzy flashbacks of some sort of cult sisterhood blood letting) I agreed to join a dating site.
He actually met a few women personally which is a definite deal breaker but even filling out a profile, responding to invitations to chat and continuing conversations about meeting up or, in some cases, just jumping right into online intimacy is the same thing. Before leaving, I did go in and change all of his profile settings. I truly couldn't remember nor could I discern if the stain on my flowy attire was wine or diluted blood.
He knew I had done it but couldn't confront me for by doing so, he was admitting guilt. It was obviously killing him not being able to confront me about my discovery but what could he possibly say? I moved back to the area where I grew up in and now live with my brother. My married friends, saddened I was now alone, were determined to find me the perfect man. I thought that if I were really going to try this, I should be very honest in my answers so as not to waste my time or my "one and only-s." Why I assumed others did the same, I don't know! The scrawl that was legible seemed to contain small phrases such as, "sumone who is pretie" or "i like lots afekshun." Gasp! " Once recovered from breath that I'm sure could only be described as vomitus epicicus, what would I say?
"Thanks for changing my dating profiles, now you've gone and screwed everything up! My picture, and a lovely one which took me many hours, an entire bottle of Pinot Noir, the good stuff, to select was now released into the vast unknown. I can't be rude, particularly when representing Suzanne Somers and her Fun Flirty Fashion Fiesta Pixie Cut All Natural Looking Wiglet!
No cell phone back then, so I was stranded out at the reservoir with a loser who clearly had no respect for me. There was a huge filthy mess of dishes in the kitchen, and a mountain of dirty laundry in the bedroom."You can start wherever you want," he said, and flicked on the TV.
I felt beyond "used." I had to give plasma so we could go on this crappy outing and then I got sick so he proceeded to drink all the beer! ) I was very naive and I felt so embarrassed for him, that he thought that this was even remotely close to acceptable human behavior, that I downplayed the whole event and tried to pretend it had never happened. When I asked what the h--- he meant, he replied that in India, the women do all the cleaning, so I'd better get started. I did a summer internship at a museum years ago when I was in college.
First, we had to "get some cash." He took me to a blood bank to donate plasma!
About five years ago, I abruptly ended a 10 year relationship with a man I loved and trusted.
Being 54 at the time made it that much harder as the prospect of finding someone else I was so compatible with at my age seemed grim at best.
He was now interested in men only, very elderly people and weight lifters; anything that was the opposite of what he originally filled in. Oh, I also signed him up via phone and email for several time sharing opportunities and sent requests to real estate agents to contact him because he was interested in selling his house. I never investigated further, some things are better left unknown (your partner dating while in a supposedly committed relationship with you does NOT fall into this category, let there be no confusion). I didn't realize there was any other way of finding your "soul mate" without actually communicating but hey, I was 54, what did I know? My ego deflated rapidly when my notifications started dinging furiously, sounding a bit like a child banging on a xylophone. I know I have a Suzanne Sommers wig here somewhere, should I dig through all those must have midnight clearance sale items purchased from HSN I couldn't live without and brush and style it? Could I go out looking unfashionable when I spend a good deal of time watching what I eat and exercising so I still manage to look fairly fetching?
Also, I may or may not have shared his information with several health insurance agents requesting phone calls about their incredible, low cost programs. I joined some site that was offering a "free trial weekend" where you could actually communicate with potential 'love of your life' candidates. I took extra care to fill out my profile and luckily, I had prior experience under my belt from changing all the settings on my ex's numerous dating sites. I was quite flattered when I got my first "flirt" within minutes of posting my profile. I realized after opening the flirts and looking over my potential suitors that I must have signed up on some sort of prison dating site and if that weren't frightening enough, after perusing a few profiles and their answers to the same questions I had spent hours toiling over, realized it must have been from the psychiatric ward housing the most heinous offenders. What if I ran into 'Sexmusheen Sam' while shopping at Safeway? One problem only led me to endless others and I was now completely overwhelmed at the thought of having 'Hum-donger' tapping me on my shoulder in a parking lot, displaying his three crooked, yellow teeth in a maniacal twisted grin saying, "I no yew, yer my favrit lady on that thar daytin web!
He didn't want to talk about work, he kept trying to talk about the people we worked with. I started to leave but he finally relented and drove me home.