So, I've been divorced now for about 2-1/2 years. In that span, I've had numerous (25?) first dates, a few second dates, and in four instances, more than that. Let's see what happened!
Alice (not her real name) and I dated for about 6 weeks. We probably saw each other 3-5 times a week during that span. It was pretty good, but I didn't see it really going anywhere because of differences in well, a lot. Still, we had a good time when we were together. It ended when she realized my lack of belief in deities and the efficacy of prayer included her flavors too. Apparently, disbelief is okay only when it doesn't include yours.
Beatrice (not her real name) and I dated for about 4 weeks, seeing each other 2-3 times a week. She ended it when she determined I was too wishy-washy. To be fair, I was hot and cold at the time, unwilling to go all in. I asked if we could be friends, because I enjoyed her company. She said no.
Constance (not her real name) and I dated for two weeks seeing each other 4 times before she went on vacation. It was going really well, I thought, and we maintained communication while she was in Europe for the first part of her trip. Then, it fell off. When she returned, she deferred seeing me several times, and when we finally did, she said I wasn't her type. LOL. My guess? She met someone better.
Delilah (not her real name) and I saw each other three times over three weeks this past February. She always was reserved and holding back. After the third date in the third week, she told me she still had feelings for her ex and was going back to see if things could be resolved with him.
It's interesting to see that each instance resulted in overall fewer dates and a shorter time span, Also of interest is that I didn't have a single date between Constance and Delilah and haven't had one since Delilah, either. Huh.
It's been rather disappointing, but reality can be so. I'm more than half convinced I'm solo for the remainder of my life. That'd be too bad, because I think it would be pretty awesome to wake up next to someone, and be able to share the minutia of life. And, aside from the friend stuff, my libido is frustratingly still that of a 30 year old.
I don't know. Maybe I'm unable to do the relationship thing anymore, assuming I get a real opportunity. Possibly because I don't have the energy necessary to go though the dating rituals? Possibly because of someone living rent free in my head?
Still, I do the swiping thing. But it's like window shopping Cartier with a credit limit of $100 and no cash. Ain't nothin' going to happen.