I'm having a great time today going to all the forums I haven't seen yet and finding topics of interest. I've been doing the internet dating thing for 2 1/2 years (after 18 years of being absolutely alone, no dates, no nothin'). I ended up dating the very first guy for 8 months until I realized I couldn't deal with his fiscal irresponsibility, the litter on the floor, and his political views. There have been a number of other connections since but nothing beyond 3-5 dates. Thought I had a winner a year ago (at least he had most of the characteristics I was looking for in a man and was "swept away" by me, a nice feeling)...but his former girlfriend got cancer and he went back to care for her. But every couple of months a new prospect pops up, we do some e-mailing, some phone conversations, meet for coffee. Haven't had one run off in the middle but a couple made a pretty hasty exit at the end!! Only scary one, surprisingly, was one with my same profession (a clinical psychologist). Thank goodness we never met. He got exceptionally weird on me after a chatty little phone conversation.

I just haven't found any other way to meet men. Nobody sets me up, there are no single men at church, I can't date my patients!, no single men as colleagues. Have never met someone in a class. And have given up the bars (that's where I met the two husbands...both alcoholics surprise, surprise).

Have a hot prospect I'm meeting this weekend. Hope reigns eternal. He almost sounds TOO good to be true. I have learned to be very cautious and very skeptical. My dating mantra is ... ah, well.

Happy hunting this weekend Doc....

Remember me telling you about the mobster's son I dated when I was 18? Well, he just passed away! Here's the link if you're interested. Nice to know he didn't follow in his father's footsteps.

http://www.newsday.com/news/local/wire/newyork/ny-bc-ny--obit-bonanno1111nov11,0,807372.story?coll=ny-region-apnewyork

Wow Dianne!
It is good that he didn't follow his Dad.

Those of us that grew up around the so called mobsters never saw that side of them, at home they were just Grandpa and Uncle and Godfather who I called Uncle. As we grew older and heard the slurs and even the accusations it became evident our family was different to those seeing them but to us they were our loving, nurturing and sometimes funny relations.... Now that I am dating a Detective they must be turning over in their graves.

[ November 14, 2005, 08:04 PM: Message edited by: chatty lady ]

You're dating a detective? Give us the details girl. All of them!

Joe Jr. pretended he didn't know what his dad did. Said he was in real estate. However, when I visited his parent's home and he showed me the secret panel in a closet that hid a room stocked full of weapons, he had to know. I should have started running right then!