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40 and Single
Where do 40-somethings go to meet someone special?
It seems that the trend is to search for one’s soul mate online. There’s a vast amount of dating sites, and each one claims to have made more matches or marriages. So, it’s hard to choose.
We all probably know some people who even has listings on several sites. And, why not? If they want to spend their money and time that way.
I’m not sure if online dating — or meeting — is for me. I recently signed up for one site and am very disappointed.
Men closer to my parents’ age than mine are the ones who are contacting me, and the ones who are my age are . . . um . . . well . . . how do I say this? . . . Um . . . I’ll be nice and just say . . . weird.
Maybe it’s because I’ve passed the big 4 – 0, maybe it’s because I’m not a size 4 (or even 12), maybe I’m just not what the normal guys are looking for, or maybe the normal guys aren’t dating online. I don’t know.
I’d like to meet someone. Someone special. Someone who will sweep me off my feet — and rock my world for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I’m going to meet him in cyberspace. So . . . I have a few ideas for things to do, but I’m open to suggestions.
How do you suggest 40-somethings meet someone special?
And, since I’ve already put it out there . . . Here's my deal:
SWJF, 40.3, 5' 3", plump (get over it), fun, funny, smart, intense, romantic, down-to-earth, avid Yankees fan, and occasional pain in the tuchas; likes spending time with friends and family, hiking, walking, traveling, baking, cooking, reading, writing, painting, craft making, animals, music, shows, concerts, movies, and beaches; and definitely wants to adopt . . . seeks soul mate (who needs not share the same likes).
NO:
If you know a potential soul mate, have him contact me at lisa-michelle@the40factor.com.
It seems that the trend is to search for one’s soul mate online. There’s a vast amount of dating sites, and each one claims to have made more matches or marriages. So, it’s hard to choose.
We all probably know some people who even has listings on several sites. And, why not? If they want to spend their money and time that way.
I’m not sure if online dating — or meeting — is for me. I recently signed up for one site and am very disappointed.
Men closer to my parents’ age than mine are the ones who are contacting me, and the ones who are my age are . . . um . . . well . . . how do I say this? . . . Um . . . I’ll be nice and just say . . . weird.
Maybe it’s because I’ve passed the big 4 – 0, maybe it’s because I’m not a size 4 (or even 12), maybe I’m just not what the normal guys are looking for, or maybe the normal guys aren’t dating online. I don’t know.
I’d like to meet someone. Someone special. Someone who will sweep me off my feet — and rock my world for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I’m going to meet him in cyberspace. So . . . I have a few ideas for things to do, but I’m open to suggestions.
How do you suggest 40-somethings meet someone special?
And, since I’ve already put it out there . . . Here's my deal:
SWJF, 40.3, 5' 3", plump (get over it), fun, funny, smart, intense, romantic, down-to-earth, avid Yankees fan, and occasional pain in the tuchas; likes spending time with friends and family, hiking, walking, traveling, baking, cooking, reading, writing, painting, craft making, animals, music, shows, concerts, movies, and beaches; and definitely wants to adopt . . . seeks soul mate (who needs not share the same likes).
NO:
- Marrieds
- Perverts
- Wackos
- Hookups
- Under 38s
- Over 45s
- Vegetarians
- Right-Wing Fanatics
- Left-Wing Fanatics
- Control Freaks
- Cat Lovers (Sorry, I'm extremely allergic.)
He loves me... He loves me not...
He loves me... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not.... He loves me.... He loves me not...
He loves me... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not.... He loves me.... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not.... He loves me.... He loves me not...
He loves me... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not.... He loves me.... He loves me not...
He loves me... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not.... He loves me.... He loves me not... He loves me... He loves me not...
He loves me not... He loves me not... He loves me not... He loves me not... He loves me not...
I'm not June Carter. He's not Johnny Cash.
He loves me not...
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