I am contemplating where my man is. What is he doing right now? What will he be doing Friday night? Saturday afternoon? Hmm....
More than likely, he is not out doing urban exploration (like photo above).
He may not be sitting silently in a haunted location on a Saturday night awaiting for a disembodied voice speaking.
He might not be plugged into Starbucks in Barnes and Noble writing his groundbreaking novel on his laptop.
I might not find him at a lecture about communicating with the dead.
That might not be him in the campground nearby awaiting an interaction with Bigfoot.
He may not be that guy spending his Sunday evening studying the sky for UFOs.
But, secretly, I hope he is doing one of these things.
The Geek2Geek and other Geek dating site produced nothing more than one bisexual female responding. I was warned about this in the geek and scifi community.
Okay, so perhaps I'm not a geek because I'm not entrenched in Cthulhu mythos, adoring of Harry Potter, or able to speak Klingon.
The mass sites taught me that there are a lot of guys looking to get laid on a Saturday night who maybe never read a book in their lives and whose only hobby is watching football.
But where does a woman go who is searching for intelligence and humor?
Where is my dating site?
I removed myself from the geek services including other dating sites. I am officially not doing online dating! My online dating experiences have been miserable and this is like trying to find a man by shooting an arrow into a crowd and taking whoever gets pierced. Not good odds.
During this singles stint, I have learned:
Married men lust for redheads.
Men who live great distances from me, easily become smitten from afar.
Men who have fear of falling in love both want me and don't want to want me.
So, for now, I am off the market. Regrouping. Not giving up on men altogether, but the stupid romantic notion that a man will fall in love with me, adore me, be giddy at the sight of me. It seems the middle-aged men are rather broken, had the loves of their lives, and are shattered by the experiences.
I tell you, it's a war zone for a woman who is painfully optimistic and hopeful. Better to just not swim in the pool of self-loathing and regret, that bitter brine that middle-aged men pickle themselves in.
Watch next Monday for yet another installment of Sex and the Single Ghost Hunter. Who knows what a week might bring.
(**Tomorrow is a Valentine's Day Giveaway--be sure to check it out**)