Mr S got a flea in his ear the other night. He accused me of being 'reclusive' because I said I wasn't attending the upcoming school reunion (various reasons and a clash of dates) AND, horror of horrors... I have not dated for a while. Talk about waving a Red Rag at a Bull! Consequently, I have taken a deep breath and joined another dating site! So there! Mr S, stickin' my tongue out at you!
As I write this, I have 68 mails sitting unopened, in my mailbox on the site that shall not be named. Oh god, here we go again. Close friends of mine who know me well, are quite aware that I am perfectly capable of getting myself into trouble without even going out of the door. Also, do I have the energy to do this all over again? The British dating game is an exhausting, bewildering, bitch of a minefield.
Oh, and don't think that dating elsewhere in the world is any easier. Apparently there are 200,000 more single men than women in New York. How brutal is that? Frankly I would rather pull my own teeth out than be a single girl in that city. In Tokyo, you should take a business card to 'Gokon' dates, which are essentially blind group dates, there is a huge list of do's and dont's for these meetings and it seems there is safety in numbers. Just as well , when there are 27,704,000 ish of you! I could go on musing about the dating habits of the world but I want to swing this in another direction.
Five years ago, if you admitted to using an internet dating site, even your nearest and dearest friends would snigger into their drinks. So what has changed? The explosion of the WWW is what. The introduction of broadband and the huge explosion of communication technology. All of this has contributed to a shift in our socialising habits. When I was a young woman (clutching my zimmer here), we had no email, no text messages, no mobile phones. It was letter, landline or face to face. I cannot believe this is a bad thing. I have discussed the downsides of this in a previous blog but would to prefer to embrace rather than erase the phenomenon that has become our world.
So here I am, on the edge of Bodmin Moor, stuck in the snow, yet able to share my thoughts with you on this blog, able to text or phone any place in the world. I am also able to see photo's and profiles of prospective suitors, eliciting such comments as, Mmmm, too young but hot, oh he is gorgeous, Nah, you are joking and I am so not going there... I am behaving exactly as predicted, first impressions count. It is just a shame that you cannot make eye contact, watch how the guy moves and take a breath of his aftershave.
Still the same minefield, different rules, wish me luck.
Muse x
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