The idea of online dating freaks me out. It's not meeting people online that freaks me out, obviously, but the whole dating thing kinda throws me for a loop to begin with because it reminds me of shoe shopping: mostly a hassle, usually embarrassing, often a walloping disappointment, but when you find the perfect pair....ahhhhh. The main difference for me being that I actually need shoes, therefore I must endure shoe shopping. I don’t
need a boyfriend, so I spend a good part of life thinking it would be swell to have a fella but I’d rather not if it means having to date.
I’ve never much liked the idea of shopping around for a person. Friendships just sort of happen and I think I'm more comfortable with romances just sort of happening in much the same way. What's most difficult for me, I think, is window shopping dating where one dates multiple people at the same time. It's not that I'm morally opposed to the juggling so much as I find it a great emotional stress. I don't care if someone is dating four other people besides me, in theory, but I feel very odd knowing *I'm* dating four other people. If I go on a date with a guy on Monday and another date on Tuesday, I feel like I'm cheating on Monday. So I've just never done it. I've dated one guy at a time, whether it's lasted a week or a few months, etc. Dating a lot of people at once seems the equivalent of dating one person until someone better comes along, maybe because that's
exactly what it is. I suppose others would say you're simply looking for the One, and you have to serial date in order to find the One.
I don't believe in the One - my life isn't The Matrix. I believe in the "Well, maybe there are a lot of people out there who are right for me, but if I'm going to waste my life with someone, I want to waste my life with you. Plus, I can't believe you actually like my cats!" The Mr. T Experience (crooners of my favorite song about Hitler), once wrote, "But I don't want to get screwed over by just anyone - you're the only one I want to get screwed over by…" I guess that fits my bill, as well.
Ah, pets. How they complicate the situation. Very hard to date a person allergic to chinchilla fur if you are the proud owner of five adorable chinchillas. Can’t really date someone with arachnophobia if it’s your lifelong dream to operate a tarantula farm. I once knew a married couple who became unexpectedly pregnant. They were huge dog lovers. Owned one dog – Hamlet - while living in a very small apartment, which was further cramped by their Bundle-O’-Cries-ALL-THE-D#!M-TIME! I recall them talking about what would happen if the baby was allergic to dogs. It happens to some pet owners that they have to find a new home for their pet. These friends of mine, they very seriously considered having to find a new home for the baby if it turned out to be allergic. No way were they giving up their furry buddy. Hamlet wasn’t an unexpected surprise that showed up in Molly’s womb one scary morning. Hamlet was handpicked – he was the Chosen!
Yes, pets complicate an already complicated situation. Until now!
http://www.datemypet.com/
Now if I can just get over my deep seeded fear of profile dating. I think I’d prefer hunting down serial killers, but who knows?!