About 4 years ago I was asked out by a friend of a friend. He was funny, charming, great talker and HOT to boot. So Saturday comes around and I don't hear from him. I'm sad but whatever. Three weeks later a lady comes into the store where I work and asks me if my name is (whatever). I say "Yes". She then asks if I know (whoever) and I say "Yes I do. Is everything ok?" She says "No. I'm (whoever)'s mom. He asked me to come tell you sorry he missed the date. He was involved in a drunk driving accident the Friday before. He is now in jail. This is his third offense." All I could do was say "Ok, thanks for telling me. Nice to meet you, by the way."
This is just the kind of crap that happens to me. So now I just don't date.
I told her to get back on that horse. The universe saved her from falling madly in love with a criminal. She should be glad! That is GOOD luck! Think POSITIVE.
I'm here after my foray into the online dating gig--making me...er... an "expert." LOL
I'd like to add some real life stories of anyone, their friends, their families etc who have had nightmare/humorous/or just entertaining dates! Send them to the email I set up for this: datinggurulori@yahoo.com
All submissions will be used at Lori's discretion, edited for length if needed or for content (if needed!)
Once I had a realtor who, after I said I loved a house and my husband said he hated it, said, "That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream."
That statement has served me well (no pun intended. I actually don't like chocolate ice cream) in my dating world. If an online guy doesn't click for me or I don't click for him, I don't get upset. I merely think, "That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream." Although in all honesty sometimes I add a "damn, but I kinda liked chocolate this time!" But, then I'm back to the dating site and winking and emailing other lucky prospects. You have to develop a tough skin when dating. Rejection is part of life as it is in my writing world. Never easy but you pop a Prozac and you can deal. Or, you learn to toughen up without drugs.
We all need a positive--gee this is fun!-attitude even if your ice cream has melted on the last one thousand dates.
I met a nice guy last weekend. We had a good time. Neither of us rushed off with an "I think I left the iron on excuse" and we were both busy all week. He email that he had fun and we'd talk later.
He never wrote back.
So, not one to stand on ceremony (or be known for my patience) I emailed him with my usual, "Please let me know if you changed your mind so I don't keep emailing thinking you were killed in some meteor accident" note (I often want to say, "So I don't waste my freaking time writing to you anymore! but I hold back on that).
He did rely with "I've changed my direction." Direction? What the heck am I? The Interstate of XXChromosomes?
I gave him credit for at least responding and said my usual, "No problem. That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream."
Oh, being Catholic, I have to confess, I also said, "Besides, I just went on a seventh date with someone this weekend anyway!" (Okay, it was only five but seven sounded a lot more impressive to me)
Clearly there is a difference between men and women. That's why she's pink and he is blue and, more importantly, that is why there is a line between them!
But, we still want to co-mingle with the opposite sex. Seems like the thing to do and it's a heck of a lot of fun and better conversion than with relatives or kids--especially teens.
I've come to the conclusion that: Men are from Pluto and Women are from Rodeo Drive! I know a lot of you women at thinking, Yeah. Guys are from Pluto thus the dog was named after it! I'm guessing that'd be those of you who come from crumby past relationships. But, let's start from scratch here. Give life a chance. They aren't all dogs. Really!
And for you guys, all women are not shoppers (I personally hate to shop and often bring home clothing without trying it on only to have to return it. Sigh. Still, I'm not a shopper), spendthrifts and self-centered bitches. Okay. Okay. There may be a certain percentage that fit those descriptions but if you have a past of any of these kinds of women, now is the time to give life a new shot.
Sign up for an online dating service. It's like being a kid in a candy store.
I'm going to go into more depth in the future and soon my website will be up.
If you have any questions or comments, feel free to leave them here.
I'm Lori Avocato. A published author. Here's my official bio so you'll know who you are talking to:
After serving in the Air Force as a nurse, Lori Avocato decided to write a humorous romantic mystery series for Avon Books. She is a member of, Romance Writers of America, RomVets, PASIC, NINC, The Author’s Guild and Sisters in Crime.
Her Pauline Sokol Mystery Series is a perfect medium for Lori’s quick wit. She has made the best-selling suspense/thriller list on Amazon(same time as Stephen King!) among many other contest wins.Visit Lori at: www.loriavocato.com.
Her sidesplitting novels featuring Pauline Sokol have been called “delightful” by PW and her experience as a nurse allows Avocato to infuse fast-paced plots with authentic medical details.
Lori has returned to her romance roots with three sales to The Wild Rose Press. Release. She also writes another blog, a hysterical daily blog (Mon-Fri) in which her humor about everyday life will have you laughing—and, as Lori says, “Laughter is the best medicine.”
She also helps other writers through her editorial/consultation service, Write Right, which can be found on her website.
Now the reason I created "Confessions of a Serial First Dater Blog"
I've set up this blog for all the singles people, both men and women of the world!!!! After being a single mom(whose kids are now out of the house--proving there is a god!) I started online dating after TWELVE years of NO dates. That's right. Twelve years. No dates. The never been kissed scenario.
And, I must say, I have become quite an expert in the field of online dating.
Please make sure you are sitting down for this one. I joined a major online dating service. Okay. Fine you say. That's common. BUT, when I looked at who was available in a forty mile radius of my house, I was like the proverbial kid in the candy store. So many choices! (Sadly so many to pick from since divorce is rampant, but it is what it is). And I loved the odds.
So, and this is the part you need to sit for: I went on ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN FIRST DATES IN NINE MONTHS. Lest you think I'm some kind of slut (which I am not. Catholic girl. Nurse. Mom. Non-slut.) I only went on NINE second dates though.
There's good reasons for all of this and I'll explain down the road.
In the meantime, know that you have come to the right place and the right person to get you back into the dating game--even if you insist that you really don't want to. That's usually because of "fear of the unknown." We've all used that excuse one time or other.
