man trolling

I, the highly prized and very desirable, Sharondarella, have decided that my current dating pool is way too shallow (some of the more uncharitable types might even call it “dry”), so I’ve gone trolling in the online seas. Dear readers, stick with me because this is going to be a bumpy ride! ;D

If you missed my last foray into the online dating world, and weren’t privy to the stories about the guy who personally supervised the painting of his poodles' toenails, the sexual deviant, the closet stalker, the manly looking wussy boy, and of course, the terrorist, then you have no comparison and no expectations. However, if you have heard those stories, here we go again!

I’ve got several fish swimming around, eyeing the attractive bait on my hook. I’ll let you know if I catch anything worth keeping (or anything that requires a visit to the doctors office … EEEK! ;D Heh-heh-heh! NOT A CHANCE OF THAT!

Updates as they happen ...

Sunday is the day of the first date. I'll check in and let you know how it goes.

I'm not really being very optimistic about this first date because he seems to have entirely too many pictures of himself posted online ... all of them self-portraits. It comes across as very "(Kiss-kiss) I am beautiful, I love me!" and that's not my type at all. :)

However, if this doesn't work out, I could always select from the many gentleman of the decidedly elder persuasion, who appear to think I would make the ideal trophy wife. What is it about men that think putting a picture of their car, (usually a BMW, Mercedes or something sporty) their inordinately large house, and pictures of the last exotic vacation they went on will cause a woman's heart to go pitter-pat? It will make her calculator eyes go cha-CHING if she's that type, which many women are. Guess I used my circular logic to explain this to myself.

Okay, bedtime. The first victim ... oops, I mean date ... is meeting me in a few short hours.