"Luck be a lady tonight..."

Received a message on dating site from "mjcmike" but it was not, in fact, from Channing Tatum. Also, "magic" is spelled with a G.

Another guy said, “I would love to take you out pretty princess.”  Pretty princess?  That makes me feel like I’m about five years old.  Are we going to the circus?  Can I get some cotton candy?  (Wait, I would actually do that.  But not with this guy.)

Just to clarify the situation here, I haven’t really passed on a guy just because he had bad grammar or because he called me “pretty princess.”  While those things do turn me off, I’ve passed on guys because I’m not attracted to them and/or because their profile doesn’t sound like what I’m looking for in a guy.  The bad grammar, the cheesy (sometimes creepy) pick-up lines are all just icing on the cake that is online dating.

Again, I’m not saying that online dating doesn’t work.  I know it does!  I’m just saying that right now, it’s not working for me.  The men that are reaching out to me are not men I am interested in, and the men I reach out to do not appear to be interested in me either.  I do have 4 emails still open on the free site with men that I would go on a first date with but I’m waiting for each to respond.  In each case, we’ve said something to one another but now it’s their turn to reply…and they aren’t.  So I’m guessing that they decided to pass on me.

And that’s okay – if I’m not the kind of girl they’re looking for, I’d rather they just move on than string this out, making me think that perhaps there’s a chance.  But I have to admit, this overall dating thing is frustrating.

I miss the days when I would just meet a nice guy through friends; when you could run into someone at a party and think, “Wow, I really want to get to know him better!” and then you did.  Hell, I even miss the days of high school where we just hollered out the window at cute guys to let them know we were interested.  It was so much easier than this online crap.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to cruise the strip in my car with the windows down, hollering, “Aaaaayoooo!” at the cute guys.

Wish me luck.