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52 First Dates

 This is the year.

I'm gonna find him, he's gonna find me, or i'm gonna live the rest of my life knowing I tried, but i'm single and happy.  I don't want to look back with regret that i didn't try to find him.  I want to be comfortable with the fact that i gave it a good amount of time, and effort and it just wasn't meant to be.  Then i can just live my happy life and not wonder anymore.

With that said, 52 first dates is a lot to accomplish in one year.  And it will definetly become tedius and no longer fun. SO, while i'll be documenting the whole thing here.......i'm also collecting other peoples stories of "horrible first dates" over 50.  I've joined a few carefully selected groups (lots of root members) and i'll be asking for submissions occasionally.  For the next year i will be collecting stories, and attempting to date frequently while i live my "normal" life as well.  This time next year, i'll see what i've got and MAYBE i'll be able to write a book.

That sounds so fancy to me.  So out of reach.  Who do i think i am?

Well......they say write about what you know, and i have a feeling i'm going to know quite a bit by the end of this year. And hey, I bet i meet some pretty cool people along the way as well. 

Also, I'll be laying low and not spending money because i'm broke broke.  The kind of broke people with savings do not understand.  So this will keep me busy and not spending money while i build up my credit and pay off my debt.

I've got a LOT to accomplish this year.

So ....i better get to it.

Let's talk about the men who want to text endlessly with me on the dating site, ignoring the profile i put up that says i don't want to text endlessly.  

Here's my profile blurb:

Happy New Year! I'm hoping to find the love of my life, somone whose soul connects quietly with mine.  While I value our independence, I'd love to build something meaningful together. I'm upfront and honest because i believe in respecting each other's time.  Pictures and endless texting aren't really my thing, so if you're interested, let's skip the small talk and grab a coffee!

It needs work.  But i've found the more text you put into it, the less likely it gets read.  The more of MYSELF i put into it, the more it angers me when it doesn't get read.  Therefor, generic.  They look at the pictures and that's really what counts in the begining.  Sadly.

Okay, so i have 2 "possible" dates for this weekend, however, i won't be doing either.  It's Wednesday.  Any guy eager to meet me would know by now if he could see me this weekend.  So these two? Cut.

It's a numbers game.  And i'm playing. 

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