Going fishing

Readers, I know, the blog has been rather dry lately. Where, you ask, are the embarrassing moments, the Jillisms, the boystories? Has Jill been living under a rock lately?

Since coming off of the holidays season the story mostly, it seems, has been work. And that's really not a terribly interesting story so I've been restraining myself from mentioning it here.

This weekend I decided to do something about the slumping plot line (heh, maybe my writers went on strike too). A couple of my guy friends were encouraging me to put a profile on a dating site. Last Saturday I even boldly suggested we have a race to see who could get the next date, and then the next relationship.

One of the guys is already far ahead. He was chatting with a girl for a bit and now they have a date lined up for this week. My friend has a new glow about him. It's really nice to see him in such high spirits.

On Saturday morning I checked out some of the profiles on the site. It didn't take long for one to grab my attention. He had the most beautiful ice blue eyes...

So I signed myself up in the "looking for people to hang out" category. I'm still not really comfortable with the online dating thing. I just don't think it allows for that casual, in-person kind of interaction you have with someone offline that allows you to get comfortable with him and figure out if you actually find him attractive more than physically. I am always open to meeting new and interesting people and then hey, who knows, so the "hang out" category seemed best.

I got a fair number of hits in the first 30 minutes. The first thing I noticed as I checked out profiles is that there are some old looking 27-30-year-olds. I looked at them and thought, wow, I don't think my friends look like that. I guess for starters, my guy friends are all very lucky to still have good heads of hair. But then again, it's hard to see how the people you've grown up with have changed over the years.

Once I had my profile set up with pictures posted, I sent a message to Mr. Blue Eyes. He wrote back with some questions and I responded. Then I went out for the night.

When I got home I checked my mail. No note from Blue Eyes and the number of new guys sending me notes had diminished drastically. Hm. So I decided to add more info to my profile.

Sunday morning came. I had some notes back from a few other guys I had written but still nothing from Blue Eyes. Boo.

I scanned some more profiles. It seemed that a lot of guys were on there looking for an escape from "drama, mind games, liars and cheaters". Wow. There must be a lot of shallow and fickle women in the city. How sad. There also seemed to be a number of guys who obviously spend a lot of time at the gym (which seems to me like a good place to meet like-minded people, but apparently not). Although I don't usually go for this type, I messaged one who was working on his masters in economics. He wrote back and wants to chat sometime.

Sunday night, after doing all the things that needed doing to get ready for Monday, I checked my mail again. Mr. Blue Eyes wrote back! He's asked lots of questions and sounds so friendly. I will take some time to consider my response.