http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhZ5-L9znt8
This was me in my car this morning...except minus the awesome singing. Just had a moment of GD-IT, how did I let him do that to me? And the tears flowed. Out of nowhere. Duffy says it all. "I want to be free, baby, you've hurt me." I wish I could say some things to Romeo to make him hurt too, but I'm the bigger person. Not gonna do it. Silence is the only way I'll go, but frustration sneaks up on me and I'll have another Duffy moment, oh Mercy. Love this girl, she gets it.
I made a move. A bold move. Duffy would approve. I joined Match.com. Ugh. Wrote up a benign profile and some current pictures and let 'er rip. Apparently I'm "fresh meat" on Match this week. Have gotten a few emails. Even more "winks". This is a way of a guy saying "hey chickie, take a look over here...you like what you see?" I asked a guy friend who is on Match what the hell I do when I get winked at. He said wink back if you are interested. So I have. I've even winked a few guys myself. That will or maybe won't spur on an actual email. So far I've emailed back 5 guys who have emailed me first. I am still struck how old the guys interested in me are. I'm struck that THIS is the 40+ year old man. I know a lot of 40+ year old people, seeing how I'm almost one of them, and they don't seem old to me at all. I guess still-shot pics are not a 40 year old's best friend.
Folks at my age need to be living, breathing, and God yes, moving to show how young we still are. We are weekend warriors and we join sports we've never played before and have the uniforms, toys, and accessories to prove it. Reliving our little league roots to hang on to youth. No, I do not have agism when I look at these guys' profile pics. I give them the benefit of the doubt- and at least look through their pictures. The ones with their weekend warrior pictures included are the ones I wink at. Not agism, just lazyassism. I need a man to go out and compete with me for the best fit 40+ year old we know. We'll race each other into the ground, or to the ice-packs and ibuprofen at the very least.
I was sure to post things I do not want in a man. No fishermen, campers, or hunters please...all these "sports" seem very lazy. Beer-drinking, sit on your ass, smell like wildlife, non-cardio sports. No thanks. Save me the runners, cyclists (of course), skiers (God yes!), swimmers, volleyball players, etc. If I can kick your ass or give you at least a run for your money, you are my kind of guy.
Not sure yet if I want to move on to that next step--- meeting them. Yikes. Measuring them up while they measure me up. What a nightmare. Dry your eyes, GIRL...comb your hair, put on your makeup and a smile, dammit. Lord....or Duffy, give me strength!
Think of all the great blog posts that will come from you meeting these guys! It will be epic! But seriously, my BFF met her guy on Match and have been together 6 months. Do it, have fun with it, be safe with it and for God's sake blog the shit out of it.
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