My disastrous life in the dating scene :(

Rinza Velez

Rinza Velez

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Imagine a slapstick romantic comedy combined with a horror movie, and presto, you have my dating life in a nutshell! Dating in the real world was a calamity, and not even dating sites provided much hope. I have created many profiles, full of info, pictures, videos, etc., only to be met with fakers, game players, liars, ya' know, the usual lol! Someone would like my profile and begin chatting or messaging with me and ask me all the questions that were detailed in my profile! Where are you from? How old are you? What do you do? Some even asked me about the weather here and what time it was. Many seldom had pictures, and many had pictures of models or pics they swiped from a website, and I always knew how to find out, and besides no guy who looked like a fitness hunk model would be interested in me anyway lol! If they had no picture, I would ask them to describe themselves, and it was always "6 ft. tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscles." Yeah, right, and I was a finalist in the Miss Galaxy Contest! So, now almost 64, I reduced it to "just looking for friends." How did that work out? You already know the answer to that.... ;(
 
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the Participation Award.

When I had embraced widowhood long enough and thought maybe there was a chance for future happiness out there, I waded into the over-60 dating pool, hoping to meet Mr. Right.

I found out the pool needed a little more chlorine and a good scrubbing.

I met Mr. Wrong, Mr. Bitter, Mr. Alcoholic, Mr. Unhappy, Mr. Broke, Mr. Looking-for-a-Nurse, Mr. Looking-For-A-Purse, Mr. Looking-For-A-Nurse-AND-A-Purse, Mr. Given-Up-On-Life, Mr. I'll-Never-Trust-a-Woman-Again-I've-Been-So-Wronged, Mr. Still-Married, Mr.-All-But-Divorced-But-Staying-Together-For-The-Dogs, Mr. I-Think-I-Might-Be-Gay and the rest of his cousins. Quite often, it was a case of split personalities, and he was several of those at the same time. I even met Mr. Been-Married-Seven-Times-and-Looking-For-An-Eighth. Pleasant guy, but I wasn't interested in being #8.

I thought, maybe, I'd specify "widower", thinking I might find someone who had had a happy marriage and would be amenable to getting married again. I did have dates with two widowers. One took me out six times but never kissed me because he felt he was cheating on his wife, who had been gone TEN years. The other one, when I asked how long since his wife died, said "It'll be TWO weeks next Thursday" (this was on a Saturday, so the lady had been gone for nine days).

I did meet one nice guy who I had a lot in common with, but he had custody of a 15-year-old late-in-life daughter who was d-double-dog-determined that her father WAS NOT going to be dating. On our one-and-only two-hour date, she called him *11 times* with various tales of woe....she couldn't find the tv remote, she was hungry and there was NOTHING IN THE HOUSE THAT SHE WANTED TO EAT AND HE NEEDED TO BRING HER SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY, she heard a noise outside and was sure it was a burglar, she was bored and needed a ride to the mall NOW, and the like. She was also abetted by her mother, who wasn't at all unhappy that her daughter was making sure Dad didn't have a good time. I had already dealt with my own surly teenage daughter in the past and I wasn't interested in trying dealing with his.

Finally, I met Mr.-Checked-Most-of-the-Boxes and I checked most of his boxes and we have been living in Unwedded Bliss for seventeen years now.

So, they ARE out there. You just have to wade through the swamp for a while, kissing the frogs and hoping your lips don't fall off.....
 
ROFLOL. I only went on three dates from singles groups. I met most of the female versions from post #2 :giggle:
My favorite one - still laughing 40 years later: We spent the whole day at a big county fair that she wanted to attend, then a pricey dinner at a fancy restaurant. I didn't let her spend any money. When we got back to my place, of course my Lab was excited to see me. After I spent one minute with him, I noticed she had a look of disgust on her face. I asked, "What's wrong?"
She said, "I wonder what would happen if I asked you to choose between me and that dog."
I said, I'd suggest you wear your seat belt and drive safely."
Ya know, I've closed my front door many times, but I've never heard it slam that hard.
Or been so happy to see someone leave.
I don't ask that anyone be a dog or any animal person, but such a thought is pure selfishness.
 
This is dating in my 60's:

My very first date when I started dating again was meeting a guy I had connected with on Match.Com, at a coffee shop by a city park. He seemed like a nice-enough guy when we talked on the phone.

I got there first and bought an iced tea. He came up to the table and we introduced ourselves. Right away, the first thing he said was, "I hope you don't think I'm going to spend money on you."

"Um, excuse me", I said. He then said, "I've found that all women are gold-diggers and if I'm going to spend money on you, I'm going to expect something back in return. Quid pro quo, baby. Do you know what that means?" (in a very snotty tone)

"Oh, yes, I do. I took three years of Latin in high school. Well, I can see that this isn't going to work out. Goodbye." and I got up and put my purse strap on my shoulder.

"Oh, then you're just a (very.bad.word....badder even than the b-word) like the others!"

I had turned away, but at that, I turned back to stare at him. When I did, my purse swung around and knocked my iced tea cup right into his lap. He jumped up, cursing loudly. I said, very sweetly, "Oops, I'm soooo sorry" and walked away. To this day, I'm actually not sure if it was an accident or if my sub-conscious took over and decided to give him a just reward for his behavior. Either way, I'm glad it happened.

I went home, called my sister who had convinced me that it was time I started making an effort to meet someone and told her that I was never going out on another date and would she go with me to the pet shop to buy a dog. She "talked me down" and I did date again.....many times....
 
Thank y'all for sharing your dating stories! It's nice to read of other experiences, letting me know I am not alone in the dating scene maelstrom that is my life lol! The men I have dated have been much younger than I. I have dated guys from their late 20s to late 40s. The last guy I dated was 33, I am 63. For our first (and last) date, he took me to a bar and grill to watch a Dallas Cowboys game on a Thursday night and many of his friends were there too. He jokingly told them I was his grandmother and of course, the table erupted in laughter, at my expense. I excused myself to the restroom, made a call for a friend to come pick me up and take me home. I snuck out, and poof, I was gone! He called a thousand times, emailed, texted me...apologizing non-stop and trying to get me to give him a 2nd chance. I told him, "With me, you never get a 2nd chance to make a 1st impression." Chalk up another one to my dating failures. :(
 
Mary Robi said:
This is dating in my 60's:

My very first date when I started dating again was meeting a guy I had connected with on Match.Com, at a coffee shop by a city park. He seemed like a nice-enough guy when we talked on the phone.

I got there first and bought an iced tea. He came up to the table and we introduced ourselves. Right away, the first thing he said was, "I hope you don't think I'm going to spend money on you."

"Um, excuse me", I said. He then said, "I've found that all women are gold-diggers and if I'm going to spend money on you, I'm going to expect something back in return. Quid pro quo, baby. Do you know what that means?" (in a very snotty tone)

"Oh, yes, I do. I took three years of Latin in high school. Well, I can see that this isn't going to work out. Goodbye." and I got up and put my purse strap on my shoulder.

"Oh, then you're just a (very.bad.word....badder even than the b-word) like the others!"

I had turned away, but at that, I turned back to stare at him. When I did, my purse swung around and knocked my iced tea cup right into his lap. He jumped up, cursing loudly. I said, very sweetly, "Oops, I'm soooo sorry" and walked away. To this day, I'm actually not sure if it was an accident or if my sub-conscious took over and decided to give him a just reward for his behavior. Either way, I'm glad it happened.

I went home, called my sister who had convinced me that it was time I started making an effort to meet someone and told her that I was never going out on another date and would she go with me to the pet shop to buy a dog. She "talked me down" and I did date again.....many times....
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That adventure shoulda been made into a movie.
 
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