A Conversation of One

If you landed here and you have any skill at reading a blog, you’ll soon realize the last post is dated something like October 2009. That’s when the other contributor on this blog, the other sex, evaporated into thin air. I’m not playing with hyperbole there, I really mean it. He vanished into thin air, just as quickly as he materialized out of thin air. Gone. Poof. Dissipated. Evaporated.

Not unlike the relationships I’ve experienced over the last four years in Post-40 Online Dating World. It’s as easy as turning on your computer, if you have internet connection. Push a button, the men appear. A few emails, a phone call or two, a meetup, a date, two dates…

Then as easily and quickly as they materialized, they evaporate.

I don’t know why this is. Wait. I know partly why this is. It’s not me, it’s them, right?

Part of it was me. I probably spent time,no, wasted time on individuals, who, no matter how interesting they seemed to me, were simply not viable candidates for relationship, at least, not the kind of relationship I was looking for.

But all of that is fodder for other posts, possibly here, maybe elsewhere, and definitely for another time.

Today, I just wanted to report that I’m back. This little blog is mine and, while I might be having a conversation with myself, I’m still going to have that conversation. I like what I have to say. It matters to me. I hope it matters to someone else, but if it doesn’t, I’m still okay with that.

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