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Part time job

 okay, so far i haven't secured a date for the third week in January.  Damn it.  I cannot break my streak.

I have made this my part time job.  I plan on succeeding.

It amazes me how wishy washy so many men on the dating sites are.  I'm not back up girl.  Ask me out and meet me or GTFO.

If he doesn't have time to meet, he doesn't have time to date.  And if he does have time and he isn't making it? He's not interested.  Delete.

Can I say I'm interested in any one of these men?  No.  I haven't met them.  I'm putting myself out there to find out.  The hardest lesson was not wasting time "getting to know" these men and when you finally meet it's a definite no. 

Just get out there. Stop being a weenie.

THIS is dating for me in 2025.  I don't want to hear your history, your job, your interests.......I don't care.  Tell me when we are sitting face to face.  Then I might care.

People are scared.  Everyone is beaten up and gun shy.  Everybody has a history.  Let's talk about NOW.  

Let's talk about retirement dreams even if they seem out of reach.

Yesterday the group I'm in on facebook told me I'm a rockstar because I've had 2 first dates already this year.  My response was that they could too if they stuck their neck out there.  Women started sending me stories of horrible first dates.......

So..........i am now officially collecting first date horror stories from people over 50, women AND men.  Add that to my 2025 part time job.  And at the end of the year, if I have something I can actually mold into a book.......

Why not?  


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