For those of you who read my column, you may have stumbled across my first article on here on dating in the middle ages, a.k.a. dating when you are middle aged. I want to find myself a best friend and life partner. Once you hit a certain age, that is much easier said than done. You see, I'm kind of picky. But as a friend pointed out a few weeks ago, I need to relax a few of my rules and regulations and just give the guys a chance! (Thanks Mike).
In June of 2012, I signed up with a local dating agency as it was apparent my picker was off. So I decided to let someone else find someone for me. I met with them, gave my information and my list of what I was looking for and what I did not want. It took about the same amount of time to type all the information, fill out questionnaires, and add some photos to my online profile.
Online - I spent time sifting and searching. The first week I read through hours and hours of profiles, looked at several hundred photos of fish, dogs, horses, houses, motorcycles, sunsets, children and grandchildren, blank photos and the odd picture that actually had the man shown. Most of those were taken from a distance, with hats and sunglasses and of course the seemingly obligatory dog, fish, or other woman in the shot. I quit after finding 10 possible suitors.
The next week I went back and re-read the profiles. Half of them, although my age, were looking for someone 15-20 years younger. Apparently becoming a father at 50 plus is in vogue. That left five, so I sent off an email to introduce myself. Three replied. Not bad odds, but so far I'd spent about 27 hours online and not had so much as a coffee date.
At that point the agency had sent me a brief description of two gentlemen. They didn't look like what I was looking for by hey, this was a professional agency – maybe they knew something I didn't. I agreed and set up coffee dates.
The first fellow blew in 10 minutes late, informed me he was on his way to a watch a football gave, looked at his watch a lot – and left. Wow .... okay. Now what. I went on a second date, and to sum it up, let's just say our morals and goals didn't align and there was no chemistry whatsoever.
Now it was back to the drawing board. I let the agency know what wasn't 'quite right' (aside from the obvious) and sat back and waited for something new to come into my life ..... but did it?