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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Saturday, October 2, 2010

You're the nicest person I've ever met but...

So after 3 great months, I noticed that I stopped getting as many texts or phone calls, and he cancelled 3 sleepovers in a row. I'm no dummy, and I could feel some distancing (or maybe it was just the infatuation wearing off). So as I was getting all beautified for our sleepover today and having just bought some 800 thread count Egyptian sheets that I was dying to try out, I got the text message saying that something had come up and he had to cancel (yet again!). So when I confronted him about it, he told me that although yes he was busy with his kid and dogs and working out and renovations, he couldn't explain why things were getting in his way of seeing me. He said, "You're probably the nicest person I've ever met." (Yeah, right - heard that one before.) He said he liked me and liked spending time with me, but he said if he was madly in love with me, he would make a way to see me, no matter how busy he was, and he would make the effort. And since he hasn't been making the effort, he said he didn't want to hurt me. Let's face it: madly in love doesn't exist. (Hasn't he got that memo yet?) Well, at least I got over my deserted husband through him, and he did wine and dine me and take me to movies, restaurants, music festivals, etc. I said to him: I thought we got along great, and he said, we do, but I'm just not madly in love. What am I supposed to say to that? I have to admit that I was developing feelings for him, and he definitely satisfied all my needs (that is, if absenteeism is one of them...NOT!). He wasn't really my type (definitely not tall, dark, and handsome, or scruffy-cute, or hip). He was a dad. So I think that's what hurts the most. Just the fact that someone doesn't like you the way you had hoped, even though the chemistry was there. So the moral of this relationship is: don't date a guy with young kids. Oh yeah, at least he didn't end it on my b.d. (which is next Sat.), now that would have hurt!! And next time, I'll read the signs quicker. So I'm back to blogging and maybe when I'm not looking for him, he'll show up. On to the next one...

1 comment:

  1. awww...I'm sorry...Well at least he was honest and if he's not madly in love then you need to say bye bye.
    He was worth the time and effort and gave you a summer full of memories....next.....