Okay, a bit about me.
I'm 37, was with my child's father for 16 years. Relationship ended, another relationship followed. When that ended, I paused, licked my wounds and decided to get myself out there. Where do you meet people when all your friends are happily coupled off, when you wouldn't touch the people you work with with the proverbial barge pole, and you just don't fancy trawling bars on your own like some sad old hooker? The internet.
I admit that I originally wrote a profile for a bit of a boost to my self-esteem. Being dumped does that to you. I'm not bitter about it (really) - he wasn't a bad guy, and I wish him no ill whatsoever. It just didn't work out. Sh*t happens.
Anyway, I wrote a profile. It made me laugh - sad, but true. It wasn't entirely serious, but I made the effort. I looked at other women's profiles, stifled several yawns at the cliched predictableness (that's probably not even a word) of them all and set to work. It was honest, it was lengthy, it was (and still is) damned funny. Nothing on earth could have prepared me for some of the social misfits that responded. More about that later.
Going to be writing about the wonderful male profiles I've stumbled across shortly. Oh, the guys whose picture features them holding a dead fish. The endless motorbike pictures. The grainy out of focus phone-cam pics. The weird angle web cam pictures. And the ones where they're wearing a hat and sunglasses. Red flags, each and every one.
And don't even get me started on the guy with dwarfism who emailed me. Actually do - it made me snort in a vaguely horrified/vaguely hysterical way.
