Welcome to my dating blog called 55 and Single!

You guessed it! I'm 55 years old, and I am single (not by my own doing - my much younger husband deserted me and fled to his Bosnian homeland, without so much as a second thought). His advice to me was simply: move on and live your life. So that is what I intend to do, and I am going to chronicle my adventures using various dating websites, blind dates, or whomever I happen to meet that is interested in dating.

I am new to the dating scene (had two marriages: 1st one lasted 28 years; 2nd one lasted 5 years). It's a scary world out here, women, and the rules and expectations have changed dramatically since I was last single. Being a "cougar" also adds to the mix, so I hope you will check back on my progress. Feel free to share your thoughts as I journey alone in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

Happy reading!

55 and SINGLE!

55 and SINGLE!
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Friday, June 4, 2010

Spanish Spy

So I decided to have "at er" again and responded to a flirt from a guy named Tony, a spanish political asylum refugee. We exchanged emails and phone numbers. When I first heard his voice, I thought it was alarmingly high and a little too soft-spoken, but he was intrigued to meet the following day at a local coffee shop not far from home. I have to admit I was a little intrigued to meet a real "bourne supremacy" type guy. He looked exactly like his photo (darn!). I was hoping he would be more buff and more latin lover type, but instead he looked more like Wayne Newton. He bought me a Tazo tea, and we chatted for an hour until I had to rush off to catch "So you think you can dance." (A girl has priorities, right?) I checked out his teeth (great!) and his shoes (nice!) but he was wearing white socks (with black dress shoes?). He looked decent enough, dress pants, white shirt (with buttons popping). He was very gentlemanly, and he told me he was strictly interested in friendship, not sex (must be gay!), so I was happy to hear that I wouldn't have to be fighting off his embraces. He also told me he lived with his mother (do any of these guys live alone?). He said he wanted to see me again and asked what I felt. I said of course I was open to being friends. I told him I would be out of town until Thurs. but if he wanted to see me again, he had my nos. and email. He emailed me Thursday morn with a "hello beautiful," but I haven't heard anything more from him. Just as well. I've decided that if I am not attracted to their photo, I am not wasting my time. Yes, call me vain, but if I have to kiss and spend time with a guy, he better at least be good to look at. btw i haven't heard anymore from Moroccan man except a call and message to call me later that evening, which he didn't do.

I must say, I have gotten some X-rated emails from guys on Metrodate. Sheesh! Some guy even sent me a picture of his (you guessed it). Yuck. I have gotten several emails from older gentlemen in California and NY, wanting to get to know me. Rich widowers with mansions (ya, right!). All the cute guys a) either don't respond or b) respond saying they're looking for someone younger. They don't know what they're missing, clearly. The distance thing is a real turnoff too, but at the moment I am talking to an aviatic lunatic from Denver, a musician from somewhere in the states, and the two widowers. I will keep you posted.

1 comment:

  1. You are hilarious! This should be a movie! Seriously!!!!
    Wayne newton???!!!???...ROTFLOL!!!