Blog Hiatus Over....

  No men were harmed, hooked to a ball in chain or hitched by the writer of this blog during this time away.
  So why did I disappear? This blog is for me, well and whomever cares to read they hum drum boring life of a single 30-something. I got busy, frustrated, whatever, it wasn't a priority. Now.... I need to get back into writing as an outlet again.
   No! No men were involved in this hiatus, swear. Well, no solid real man anyway, not to say those online have attempted to solicit explicit photos, hook ups etc. I still haven't had a real date in FOREVER! Ok so at least over a year.
   If I had quick answers to why, I'd hope I could be able to fix that and be happily taken.
   So I'm still online POF, OKCupid, Eharmony when they have free communication weekends. Why not pay for the service? Well I have before a couple of times, and it reaped ZERO prospects!
   As an experiment this past weekend I set up a new profile. My REAL profile is pretty blunt in what who I am, what I want and includes photos showing my entire body and is very tasteful. While that profile got some responses, there were a lot of messages I ignored and it's been up a while.
   So the new profile had a pick of my in a bathing suite (the angle the photo was taken, it does look shows the a bikini top and looks like I have a decent, albeit WHITE, body). The photo is FAR from a full body image. I also posted two pics of my tattoos. I have two, one on each shoulder blade. My headline: "So, do you have balls?!" My description was very short and extremely vague as to who I am.
  I posted the photo around 9 on a Friday night and by midnight I had over 40 responses. SERIOUSLY?! I turned it the profile off on Tuesday after close to 100. I turned it back on today and guess what? At least two dozen more.
  These dudes no nothing about me and what I look like. I MEAN REALLY!?
   I think the term this day and age is catfishing.
   While this isn't getting me any closer to a date, it was entertaining.

Common Sense is GONE!

I'm completely convinced that common sense has become extinct, disappeared, gone, caput. I'm wondering if true tolerance from all sides is endangered.
I started this blog as a single, thirty-something, woman in the dating world of today, a scary place! I'm still single. I'm still open to dating and

Ring finger swap

I pulled it tonight. No date prospects. No one to peak my interest at the bar. I went to drink and maybe sing. So I brought the ring with me, just in case. 

The ring is a pretty cheap "promise ring" type stud. I wear it in my right hand most of the time. 

That finger is easily and discreetly changed to the left hand when I need and want to be left alone. 

Tonight was one of those nights. Drunk dude approached. I wasn't 100% sure he had all his teeth. It is Oklahoma and we are pretty close to Arkansas. 

He introduced himself. As he did I swapped that ring on my "taken" finger real fast.

I wasn't bothered the rest of the night. 

Girls. It is a good investment. Doesn't have to be fancy to send a message. 

No new posts

No new posts.... no NEW douche bags, good thing!

No new guys either even douche bags though.

I've rejoined a gym. No prospects to peak my interest. 

I've had a few new contacts on pof but nothing to get me excited. 

I met Karl from Slingblade

Mmm hmmm for reals!

I had an evening free so I agreed to dinner date. I will admit it was against my better judgment, but I try to keep an open mind. 

Mmmm hmmm texted me he was running late. I almost figured I was up for another stand up completely. 

I almost gave up and called it when he showed up.

I couldn't understand much of what he said at all. He talked and had the personality if Karl from Slingblade. Mmmm hmmmm.

I thought I had the "emergency call" set up and texted it was indeed needed. I got no call. Dang the girlfriend!!! 

No thanks to her I did make it out alive. I passed off the I'm tired routine. Filled up the tank with gas and took off. 

Hit the local regular bar and no one was there. Not even the band slated for the night.

I ended up at a local karaoke beer bar. No douches. No real men. No drama. But they had cold beer and I got to sing!!'

So ya out by yourself tonight?

Sometimes I really hate this question. Like its not acceptable for a single lady to go out alone. 

"No my imaginary hot wonderful boy toy just went to shake hands with the governor. You just missed him."

It wouldn't be so bad if that question lead to real conversation. Like dude is double checking he's not going to get a head bashing flirting with someone who light be taken. Or if it lead to something besides "why?"!!!

Because I haven't met a man that has enough balls to approach me with a decent conversation starter and that can keep up with me. 

Guarantee

It's frustrating to know what you're looking for and can't find it. I guarantee it will be in the last place you look. Of course once you find it, you stop looking.

Just my random thought tonight as I sit in my very quiet house.