Sorry to disappoint but S&TSV is not about “kiss and tell”.
Hopefully you will find it wickedly funny, brutally honest, but not indiscreet.
And well, so far there has been no kissing so there is no need for telling.
But I have been practicing. No, I have not been practicing kissing myself in the mirror! I have been practicing communicating with the opposite sex.
Online mostly at OKCupid and Zoosk.
Advertised as the dating site for the over 50 crowd, Zoosk might better be described as the senior site for the over the hill crowd.
On the up side, Zoosk verifies profile pictures via your smartphone.Via Facebook, it verifies your identity – if you can call that verification.
On the down side, their clientele seems to be older than dirt. That’s not very nice of me, I admit. I know that I am 61 and I am totally down with that. The men they match me up with though are definitely from the geriatric demographic. Grandfatherly types, some use stock photos from central casting or pictures of themselves golfing on the green. Others take scary selfies of themselves reflected in restroom mirrors or with their buddies drinking a beer at the bar.
While these gentlemen may be genuine and appear to be real, they are really not what I am looking for at all.
Zoosk, you disappoint me. I want my money back. I am breaking up with you.
Ok, off to OKCupid.
In seven days on OKCupid, I have had more success than in all my earlier attempts combined.
And by more success, I mean more practice: the more imperfect art of practice.
And so far, who have been my practice partners?
The Rabid Libertarian. In a stream of very long texts, he made the case for small government and argued for fiscal restraint. He debated the culture wars and quoted Ayn Rand. A compassionate conservative, he cited facts and figures against the welfare state.
Such a romantic.
Okay, I see that you are very passionate in your beliefs which I passionately do not share. Bye-bye and thank you for the conversation.
The Eager Evangelical. As an Episcopal vicar, I am sworn to love Jesus. And yes, I do love Jesus but this guy loved Jesus way too much. He loved singing about Jesus. He loved teaching about Jesus. He loved volunteering for Jesus. There wasn’t much room in the conversation for anybody but Jesus.
While I work for Jesus, in my free time the last thing I want to talk about is Jesus. (Sorry Lord!) And I am pretty sure that his Jesus was not the same as mine.
Okay. Bye-bye and thank you for the conversation.
The Flirty Egyptian. Now he happens to be Muslim, so I know he doesn’t love Jesus too much. Handsome and just 47, he is both a flatterer and a gentleman. After friendly texting for a week, I am definitely intrigued. I am not naive and I am certain he flirts with all kinds of older women online. I really have no expectations of any kind but I DO want to lay eyes on this man. So yes, I said yes to coffee at Carluccio’s.
If it doesn’t go well, I will let you know how it goes.
If it does go well, I won’t.
One week down.
Practice makes imperfect.
The Rev: Joani