Laura Bennet – Author

Let’s face it, online dating has a stigma.

I was rather leery of the whole concept myself. Laura, got me into it. Now, she’s asked me to guest blog for her. I wonder what’s next? 🙂

My story is different, just as Laura and I are different; but experiencing it together we had a blast! Here’s a bit about how my tale went. Before you read, you need to know I’m a practical person. If a romantic bone exists in my body, it’s a small one.

Nothing to write home about.

I’d been perusing online profiles for a total of ten months, and was well into a second dating site. Almost a year was enough; I was done. It had been fun while it lasted, as they say. And it really had been fun in aspects I hadn’t imagined. Many evenings we sat in hysterics at what some of the guys would write! I think Laura already mentioned an email I received—portraying me as a goldfish and him as the piranha! I ask you, would you be attracted to this guy and want further communication? Or, there was Laura’s international missile salesman, about whom I asked if he did that door to door?!

Really? Is this the extent of the fish in the sea I get to choose from?

My inbox received many a “net email” as I referred to them. These emails held no specific reference to my profile (if it had even been read!) Rather they referred to me as an angel sent from heaven or some such drivel. The absurdity made it quite apparent that these emails had been sent to any number of women to see who might respond. You know, trying to maximize one’s return on investment, like casting a net. I never responded.

Finally, I dated someone, but within a few weeks, I got an email addressed to me referring to a phone conversation the night before. He commented on how wonderful it was. Problem was, we hadn’t talked the night before! When I pointed that out and asked if there was anything he wanted to tell me, I never heard from him again. I was fine with that, but what a coward!

Doesn’t this experience sound great, exciting and rewarding?

Don’t you want to abandon this blog post and sign up at some dating site, any dating site—immediately? You can see why, after ten months, I was done.

But another friend convinced me to sign up for three more months. It was during the second month I found a real gem! This did not usher in a steady stream of starry, magical nights and blissful encounters. In fact, after six weeks of sporadic electronic communication, I was sent a “Dear Jane” letter. Some gem! Oh, it was a cordial one—nothing to do with me, but he felt God was leading him to move to another area in Washington. At the time, I lived in California. The communication was nice while it lasted. Did I want to start over? Hmmm…not really…