The Dating Game

Gwendolyn Wendy Stokes Professor Josh McCall Intermediate Composition September 21, 2011 The geological dating Game Spectator or Participant Finding a profound man is like trying to nail jelly to a tree. round people say that all the good ones are either conjoin or gay. As a single heterosexual woman that has been in the dating scene, I must say that statement is non out-of-the-way(prenominal) from the truth. The hunt for Mr. Right is not for the feeble hearted woman. The learning curve on dating has been interesting to say the least.A few months ago, I was approached by a guy that seemed nice enough. We met at a local sports bar. We had mutual friends and he was interested, which was more than I could say for the rest of the male population. He asked if I was on Facebook. As our initial conversation progressed, I realized Facebook was his counterbalance of choice. What happened to the old fashion line of Can I digest your name? Yet, I decided to trudge forward and go with it. after(prenominal) a few Facebook chats, I agreed to let him visit me at home. He came over and flopped down on my couch.It was awkward but I was set(p) to find something we had in common. The conversations led to our higher(prenominal) school days. As he told story after story, it came to me that he was nowhere near the age I had originally thought. I interrupted him besides to ask, Exactly what year did you graduate? His response of 2001 made the hair on the back of my neck nominate up. I had been a mother for two years when he was tossing his high school graduation cap in the air. Needless to say, I courteously ended his visit with no goodnight kiss included.Another juvenile dating catch was the dreaded blind date. As I drove to the agreed upon skirmish place all I could think was Why do I get myself into these situations? Yet, the guy I met was really nice. He was extremely fascinating and had a great personality. I was pleasantly surprised at how light the conv ersation flowed from subject to subject without any awkwardness that I had antecedently experienced. As the gathering was breaking up, he asked if he could have my rally total and when would be a good time to call.Of course, I gave him my number and tried not sound eager as I said, Anytime would be fine. After he left, I overheard a conversation regarding his astonishingly recent separation from his wife. He was married. My newly elated attitude towards dating was rapidly deflated. Transitioning from the in a relationship world into the unattached world is not as transparent as I once thought. I have learned that men in my dating pool tend to be scorned by women from their previous relationships.Those scorned men are around always cautious to the point of being noncommittal. I have never enjoyed cleaning especially a mess created by someone else. When it comes to love, I just dont want to work quite that hard. After all, love is supposed to be easy in the beginning, isnt it? e xistence single is hard but being with the wrong man is correct harder. I have a tendency to believe that Mr. Right leave alone come along when I am least expecting it and then, we can just keep the jelly in the fridge.