How to quit that Dating Site?
Thanks to Lisa in Livermore:
“Back away from the mouse…
That was the clever way my therapist told me I wasted too much time pursuing and perusing men on the Internet.
She said the two hours I spent, every day, scouring on-line dating sites could be better spent. And if I removed all the karmic energy I was wasting on not loving myself first, the right man would follow.
And so it goes…
I felt like a reformed alcoholic emptying bottles of booze, one after another, as I clicked away and quit the three Internet dating sites I had subscribed to for six months.
Goodbye to Ivy.com guaranteed to meet a fellow Ivy Leaguer. My ill-fated claim to fame – I didn’t meet one man from Penn State, but did meet one from ( wait for it ) the state pen.
I said ov vey, good-bye and mazel tov to my stable of dead-end flirtations at JDate, the Jewish dating service.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Finally, I disassociated myself with my very favorite site “DatesRus.com”
I’d met Paul, Nick, John, Mike 1 and Mike 2 and Chuck on DatesRus. It had been a veritable gold mine for first dates…a few second dates… and buckets of first kisses.
However, after the first dates – it was generally a dead end. I’d gotten really good at first dates. I’d honed the necessary skills to appear fascinated and had developed great eye contact.
My friends tease me that I had perfected the affected Nancy Regan stare.
Now, I won’t admit to being addicted to the chase, the flirting, the bon mots flying, however…I will admit I spent a lot of time looking…and then, looking again.
I sounded like Chauncey Gardener. Bad sign.
And, wouldn’t you know it?
Three weeks after Dating De-Tox and pushing away from the gilded mouse / trap… I met Tim at the Safeway in Livermore.
Turns out, we both like Ben and Jerry ice cream and we bumped into one another at the freezer section. There is no California law against lightly bumping into a man’s grocery cart. The irony being that my first really hot date started at the coolest place. Avoid the Mouse Trap – get out and flirt like a Chunky Monkey.
In Love, Lisa”