Direct from Plenty of Fish!

Most messages aren't worth writing a blog about. They're either "Hi, pretty lady," or a more appropriate, "I like your profile, please check out mine." (Most of these haven't actually read my profile, otherwise they'd realize I don't want to drive 30 miles to meet someone.)

And then today I got this:



I'm going to be an old lady with 20 cats...

It’s a Small World…

My former brother-in-law and his wife have the kind of messy relationship one usually sees only on certain types of soap operas. As such, they are always on or off. Last week she called me – they are off again. And now she’s on Match. (We live in the same Florida county, BTW.) So she’s describing her latest date, and the details sound familiar, and I ask his name, and sure enough…

It’s this guy!

Cue the Disney soundtrack, folks!

Since she doesn’t care about politics, it could be a good match except for the aforementioned messy situation with my ex-BIL. And perhaps if he’d been more upfront with me, I’d clue him in, but he wasn’t, so my loyalty lies completely with her.

This situation was bound to happen sometime, and will probably happen again. My sister-in-law and I are in the same age range, and I have plenty of single female friends my age who are also dating online. We might not be looking for the same type of guy, but the guys don’t seem to be that picky.

Right before the High Holy Days, I heard from not one but two Jewish doctors! Alas, they were both too far from me to make meeting worthwhile. It seemed like a cosmic joke from the universe.

I went on two meet-and-greets last week – the first one was with a jerk, but the second one turned out to be a nice guy. But a really busy nice guy. I hope I’ll see him again.

Today’s my birthday. Wishing for a publishing contract and a guy!