Can I tell you about my foot massages...

eHarmony - well the pool does seem a bit better here at least.  Though most of my matches seem to be hundreds or thousands of miles away... I'm worth the move... ;-)

My first encounter went well.  I met a nice man from MA.  We went through the initial "get to know you" process - which I think is pretty neat actually.. and then started to email.  We exchanged a few nice emails and then he wanted to chat.  So sure, let's chat.

The conversation started off nicely - how's the weather, what did you do today, a few general questions.  Then it took an odd turn.  He kept asking about my feet.  I, not being oblivious to such fetishes, ask him directly if he has a thing for feet.  He said yes.  That's actually not a big deal to me.  I like my feet too... and besides they're attached to me!  He asked if it bothered me.  I said not really.  Then he wanted to know if I wear stockings when I wear a dress or skirt.  He also kept asking if he could describe to me how he would give me a foot massage.  I kept trying to engage him in some other conversation - Stephen Hawking's latest muse about time travel for example.  He took that as a cue to tell me about how he would travel forward in time and then be jealous of himself as he watched future him give me a foot massage.  Over and over the conversation reverted to my feet, my shoes, my stockings, how often I wear a skirt, how often I wear a dress.  Finally I asked him to change topics and he said ok, can I ask you a question?  Sure I said, to which he replies, on what sort of occasion would you wear sheer stockings.

To finally quiet him down I asked how many girlfriends he had ever had... he's 33.  4 was the answer, the longest... 8 months.  Wow.

Needless to say - the conversation ended quickly after that.  That's my first real encounter with a foot fetishist - if they're all that obsessed about it, no thanks...

On another note - got an email from a man with a username of "meatlessman".  Yeah... that's a turn on. :-P

(yes I know he's vegetarian, put your mind back in the gutter and laugh with me on this one)

In the beginning...

Once upon a time, there was a girl... not just any girl, but this girl.  She is pretty, smart, creative, witty, intelligent, ambitious, artsy, talented, motivated, popular... the list goes on but my modesty prevents me from writing any more.  She is NOT perfect, nor does she desire to be.  She is comfortable with her flaws.

After a 9 year dead-end relationship, she decides to break free and rejoin the dating pool... please join me on my epic quest to find someone perfect for me.  I promise many laughs and perhaps a tear or two along the way.

What you've missed so far...

So since I live in the literal definition of the middle of nowhere there is a very small pool of people eligible to date... of those an impossibly small number of people who I would even consider dating.  I happen to be a big hit with the 50-something crowd, but I'm really hoping to find someone in their 30's... someone who loves this area as much as I do and someone who wants a family.  I already have a fantastic job, amazing friends, and a dog... and while I'm fulfilled, it would be nice to have a partner to share life with, to have a child with...

So after I removed myself from my previous relationship, I decided to try online dating.  I started with Plenty of Fish and was immediately disheartened by my "matches".  Hunter52, NascarMan, FarmerBoy... these are not the usernames of someone I would ever be attracted to.  Not to be completely shallow, I also viewed their pictures, read their profiles, and came short of sending an email just to correct their horrific grammar.  On one profile a man, writing about his musical tastes.. which were of course country, country, and more country *gags*, noted that he wouldn't discount a woman outright if she enjoyed "oprah" but he wasn't really into that.  I don't know what kind of music Oprah makes... but regardless I'm pretty sure he meant "opera".  It's a five-letter word... surely it isn't that difficult to spell?

After using up my pool on plenty of fish - lies, there are not plenty of fish in my area by the way - I decided to try Match.com.  I had a fair bit of success and met a very nice man who I really enjoyed being with... until I realized we had virtually nothing in common.  We had the same six conversations over and over... there were a few other issues as well.  I broke it off as kindly as I could.  I feel terrible as I know I've hurt him...

So... no I'm trying eHarmony... and on to the next post.