The Dating at 50 Game: Risk! Trivial Pursuit, Solitaire or Sorry?
To: Page Larkin – The Dating Queen
From: K.Sarah-Sarah– my first loves on Match.com
Once Upon a Time: when I ventured onto Match.com I asked my friends, Who will I be? What will I say? What will I find? Who will come to me? Will he be handsome? Will he be rich? Here’s what they said to me: Que sera, sera whatever will be will be. The future’s not yours to see, que sera sera.
I didn’t believe them…what did they know? They were married.
And so I wrote a pretty hot –a tiny bit enhanced- I Am Single Hear Me Roar kind of profile laced with innuendo, wit and charm.
I put on my best smile. I posted five (count them: 5) photographs. Divulged a few curious yet cogent facts about moi. I was warm and I was vulnerable. I might have dipped in the braggadocio bag a bit.
Like everyone else, I sat back and waited for responses. And, so it began. First a flood – like a feeding frenzy –Attencione! New Woman on the Island!
I received winks and Im’s and dozens of emails: long and short and sweet and strange- from every type, size, age, weight, birth sign, religion.
I met a few men
Some came with a lotta baggage – a few with small carry-ons. Some were marvelous and wonderful – a few were “separated” and merely playing the field; Others had pre-conceived notions –some with a lot of “notions.” It was right out of Dickens: best of times – worst of times.
After six months and dozens of dates – with some lovely, interesting, yet dead end men – so not so great… I gave it a rest.
Here I am – just as pretty and witty a wry – still a Party of One with No reservations…well, a few.
Hey, the Big Takeaway:
Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be. The future’s not ours to – see ya!
Love, K.Sarah Sarah
I’m still here (see Elaine Stritch)
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