I’m not rookie when it comes to online dating. Nearly four years ago, I started online dating. At the time, my life was even crazier than it is now… I was a year into the separation from my then-husband, in and out of my lawyer’s office, hammering out the details of the divorce. I was working three (yes, THREE) jobs. The boy was two years old. It was just nuts. I dated guys online for about four or five months before I met Andrew. He and I dated for three years and, thanks to his, um… We’ll call it an “imbalance”, lol, I’m single again and right back in it.
Something that never ceases to amaze me is what I’ll refer to as the “Remember Me” guys…
About a month ago, when I reenlisted in the trench warfare, I got an email from a guy named Sam. He was nice enough, albeit a little quirky. But shit, I’ve got my own quirks, so I can’t judge a guy for that… He was cute enough… Everything about him was “(fill in the blank) enough”… I wasn’t dazzled by this guy in the slightest, but we talked in IM a few times after a couple of nice emails back and forth.
He works the overnight shift at some sort of State funded half way house for criminals.
Yikes, right? Suffice it to say, he didn’t get out to meet people often, lol…
Anyway, we talked for a while. Gradually, I realized that I was never going to meet this guy. I’m pretty sure he was picking up on it, too, because our conversations became lighter and lighter. We were both sort of disengaging. When I didn’t hear from him for a week, I deleted him from my IM Friends and went on my merry way.
So I get to work today and login to my email and, what do you know? An email from Sam. lol…
*waves* HiyaSam again. If you want to talk again, drop me a line?
It’s always funny to me when this happens… Like… To me, the internet is such a big place… Particularly when you’re considering dating. The pool may not always be full of healthy, meaty Salmon, but you can find some Guppies anywhere, right? I’ll never understand it though — emailing someone who, clearly there weren’t sparks with, just because, what? There are no other prospects?
So I didn’t write him back.
