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Friday Dating Diary

Crap.   Not the literal kind that has a cute emoji, but more of an exclamation. I could add, gee Louise, holy guacamole, and what the higgledy piggledy.  
Gentle reader, if you have not been on a dating website ever, count yourself blessed.  It is an exercise in futility. 
I have a friend who we shall call Strawberry Sue.  She, in my humble opinion, is much cuter than I am.  We're about the same age, and she has professional job and is a normal person.  Yet the men that come across her feed on our shared dating website are vastly different!  The ones I get leave me thinking, "Are there any bad-looking people in the world?"  And thennnnnnnnn Strawberry Sue sends me some screen shots of people that she is being matched with and I am like, yeesh.  So there's that part of the frustration.
The next part is a seemingly inevitable part of the online dating ritual, the “hurry up and wait."  For those who have never had to walk the fiery coals of online dating, there ar…

Yes?

Some questions are awkward to answer; some questions are hard to answer.  Some are just stupid -- there is such a thing as a stupid question, no matter what your mom says.  
I remember that one of the first questions I can remember asking my mom was, "Can I dye Easter eggs in my room?"  I'm pretty sure the answer was no, but I did it anyway.  Hey, what's a girl gonna do for fun in October?
NOTE:  Every question below was submitted by an actual person/parent (not me).

Funny/strange/weird questions people I know have been asked: To bald men:  Do you know you're losing your hair?  OR Have you thought about growing your hair out?

To people with familiar names:  To Michele Tanner:  "Like on Full House?"  Or to a guy whose last name is Amodeo:  " Is it like that song Rock Me Amadeus?"

To people with noticeable physical characteristics:  "Are your eyes really that blue?"  "Why are you so tall?"  "Are those your real teeth?"  &…

Friday Dating Diary

Welcome to the Dating Diary.
This started about 18 months ago as a social experiment to demonstrate how difficult it is to meet people online.  I wish I could say that I craft these stories so well, that I am a riveting storyteller.  But these diary entries just write themselves.

I got started on a completely different dating site than I have ever been on.  No, I don't say which one it is because I try to maintain some sense of anonymity.  But I've already run into two men from my church, so it will probably get out.  But until then, it's a secret.

I have to tell you that I am NOT photogenic at all, so I don't take 50 selfies to get a "good one."  I took what I thought were the best and fairly recent and slapped 'em up there.  Wrote the obligatory profile that is not too short and not too long, not too independent and not too needy.  Opened up the parameters for a search and BOOM.

Overnight I got a message from a man we'll call Mr. Feets.  It was a p…

New Clothes for the Flying Pants

Hey friends, I'm back.

The Flying Pants is getting ready to under go an overhaul.  It's time for some change.

Pretty soon it will look different as far as color, etc.  But starting Friday, you can expect to see some change in what you read.

You, gentle reader, will be served up with a delicious assortment of reading goodness.  Monday will start a new series called 10 Questions -- pretty much what it seems.  I ask interesting people 10 questions and you get to see a slice of life different than your own.  Wednesdays will be what I started the Flying Pants to be: life observations with some humor and some Bible.  But then Friday will mark the return of the most popular post ever on the Pants -- Dating Diary.

As you can imagine, and as has happened before, Dating Diary is writing itself.  It never amazes me to see the variety of people out there in online dating world.

So tune in Friday for the first of Dating Diary.  Something that I have NEVER run into was pretty much my fir…