The secret diary of a single parent bloke
A couple of evenings ago, I finally plucked up the courage to contact someone through the dating website. I’ve subscribed for a couple of weeks, just to see how it goes.
I spent ages reading profiles, looking at pictures, writing and rewriting my profile, carefully choosing a picture: I wanted to look happy, but not grinning like a Cheshire Cat, not too tall, not fat (I’ve lost quite a bit of weight, but most pictures show me at my fattest), wearing the right clothes…. the list goes on. And when I felt that it was all OK, then I carefully crafted the message. And then rewrote it. And then rewrote it again. And finally sent it.
And then I waited. And waited. And waited. That was two evenings ago, so I guess I’m not going to get a reply.