Like many of my erstwhile companions in the elder game, I sunk, on a lonely day, to enlisting in an online meet-someone site. First, I needed to and did, find out where I could locate a site that would allow me merely to chat with the opposite sex. While lady to lady conversation is fun, it's a whole different matter ladies talking to men. From what I've noticed, there seemed to be a lot of old guys around my age hanging out in malls and coffee shops and looking pretty forlorn. Perhaps, I thought, they would enjoy some stimulating chat, even if only online. On the recommended site, I entered my profile. The last step was a photo or two of my face. The directions told me they had to be clear. Reluctantly, I found a few pictures of the real me and added some cell phone bathroom shots while trying to hide the background. If the Kardashians can do it, why not I. The result was shattering, but I felt that a man my age would understand. That conclusion, you must be laughing at, as I am now. Most folks who get into these "dating" sites are far from realisitic but when I looked at the photos of me with my deteriorating face, I surmised that I, also, would not ask this woman out for a date. But hey, I wasn't asking for a date. My request was conversation only, between two similar aged beings who wanted to have friendly, intelligent talks with someone else in their solitary lives. Again, laughter may ensue. Dreamers fill these sites apparently, and I am not among the dreamer set. While I once indulged in hairdressers, nail ladies and fashion boutiques, I tired of all that and opted for my long un-blond hair, DIY nails au naturel and living mainly in jeans, sneakers and sweaters. There comes a time. When I finished my list of profile entries into this site and reluctantly added a few honest, "clear" photos as requested, I sat back to wait for some like man to begin talking with me about world politics, the arts and other important issues. The site I joined told me the first day, that no one had responded. Huh? But, said they, it's okay, they'll "boost" me. To become boosted, I needed to pay. I found out that this site is not free, as I read in the web entry, but that if someone answered me on this site, I had to pay to find out who. It was a monthly subscription. Suddenly, I woke up and realized that of course one must pay money. Nothing comes free, is the message. My next step, the day after was to find out how to unjoin this dream of meeting someone who simpy wanted a nice conversation to pass the time of day. It was a learning experience. Evidently, I am the only soul in the world who wants merely to have a little visit with a male person my age. I did find a way out of the site, after perusing the US price list and finding it obnoxiously steep for mere chat. Now, I go on line and scan for opinions here and there on current events, one sided of course, and content myself with parlaying alone on my computer screen. I don't need matches.
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