The Dating Game

Gwendolyn Wendy Stokes Professor Josh McCall Intermediate Composition September 21, 2011 The Dating adventure Spectator or Participant Finding a good objet dart is like trying to nail jelly to a tree. Some bulk say that all the good ones are either married or gay. As a iodine heterosexual woman that has been in the date scene, I must say that statement is not far from the truth. The hunting for Mr. Right is not for the feeble hearted woman. The learning curve on geological dating has been interesting to say the least.A a couple of(prenominal) months ago, I was approached by a guy cable that seemed nice enough. We met at a local sports bar. We had mutual friends and he was interested, which was more than than I could say for the rest of the male population. He asked if I was on Facebook. As our initial discourse progressed, I realized Facebook was his correspondence of choice. What happened to the elderly fashion line of Can I have your turning? Yet, I decided to trudge forward and go with it. afterwards a few Facebook chats, I agreed to let him visit me at home. He came all over and flopped down on my couch.It was awkward but I was determined to go out something we had in common. The conversations led to our high tame days. As he told bosh after story, it came to me that he was nowhere near the age I had sooner thought. I interrupted him estimable to ask, Exactly what year did you graduate? His repartee of 2001 made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I had been a mother for two years when he was tossing his high school graduation cap in the air. Needless to say, I politely finish his visit with no goodnight kiss included.Another recent dating encounter was the dread blind date. As I drove to the agreed upon meeting give all I could think was Why do I institute myself into these situations? Yet, the guy I met was really nice. He was extremely attractive and had a great personality. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy the co nversation flowed from subject to subject without any awkwardness that I had previously experienced. As the gathering was breaking up, he asked if he could have my telephone number and when would be a good time to call.Of course, I gave him my number and move not sound eager as I said, Anytime would be fine. After he left, I overheard a conversation regarding his astonishingly recent disengagement from his wife. He was married. My newly elated attitude towards dating was quickly deflated. Transitioning from the in a relationship world into the unattached world is not as transparent as I once thought. I have learned that men in my dating pool tend to be disdain by women from their previous relationships.Those scorned men are almost continuously cautious to the point of being noncommittal. I have never enjoyed clean especially a mess created by someone else. When it fall downs to get laid, I just dont want to work quite that hard. After all, love is supposed to be easy in the beginning, isnt it? Being single is hard but being with the wrong man is even harder. I have a tendency to believe that Mr. Right will come along when I am least expecting it and then, we can just continue the jelly in the fridge.