Things aren't going very well. There are no viable prospects out there in cyberspace dating. I hoped to find a male version of, well, me. You know, recovering punk kid with some piercings or tattoos and fab musical taste. Instead, I have been "liked" by men posing with automatic weapons in their profile pics. Oh! There was also the gentleman who appeared to have a bloody headwound which for his sake, I hope was his attempt to show off his makeup artistry and not a post-I've been shot in the head selfie. Furthermore, I've been patronized Please don't let this be the first thing you say when communicating. It's creepy and insulting. Ask me how my day is going. I'm getting saltier. Unless you're old enough to be my grandfather, or are a man I am close to, "sweetie" doesn't fly. Or am being emailed by bots Okay then. So it's safe to say... No, I'm not. I'm not feeling it at all. Am I giving up? Ugh...I really want to, but I w...
An unabashed look into the dating attempts of a middle-aged simpleton who firmly believes life's problems can be solved with the correct amount of sarcasm and perfectly winged eyeliner.