Love,Cry,Laugh with Online Dating

By Jackie Ann Dee

If you want to LOVE, LAUGH, GIGGLE and WONDER about Men, this book will send you fl ying!! Your heart may skip a beat here and there, but its the true story of my experiences of
ONLINE DATING.
Pleasedont bite your nails or have too many glasses of wine, keep on reading you will get excited, happy, bewildered and may see a mirror of your personal experiences with the men in your life .Th is will be an eye opening and give you a true insight about the world of ONLINE DATING. Before, you find YOUR MAN, you may encounter your share of geeks, freaks,
controlling loonies, would be gigolos, walking wounded and so on, but REMEMBER, dont give up, HE IS OUT THERE!
An athletic professional woman in her late
fourties, busy with a successful career and
riding her show horses in competition, she
found little time to meet the MAN OF HER
DREAMS. She decided to join a renowned
ONLINE DATING SERVICE. She is outgoing, educated, world traveled and fun. A former resident of Manhattan, where she worked as a dealer of 19th Century paintings, primarily of horses. Following her divorce, she moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. to spend more time to compete with her horses, counting many championships to her credit. Everything was going well, she built a well designed house, was fortunate to have good friends, three great dogs but NO MAN in her life. Not one to hang out in bars, she thought about ONLINE DATING and the merry-go-round began!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456750565

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Meet Your Man (First Date)

Introduction

After a year and a half of dating through a renowned online service, I wanted to share some of my experiences and tell you all about the men I met dating; it will make you laugh, wonder, and hope! First, you may meet your share of geeks, freaks, drunks, controlling loonies, would-be gigolos, angries, and so and on … but—who knows?—perhaps your first or second date will be the charm and you will meet a kind, gentle, interesting man who will become the love of your life. It took me a while to find him for myself, but there is someone great out there for all of us.

Here you are, a divorced or single pretty woman in her forties. You have a good job, a nice place to live, and you keep yourself in shape, have your nails done, and have a full head of shiny hair and a classy/sexy wardrobe designed to be noticed by the man you hope to meet through the online dating service to which you’ve subscribed. You get ready for your date—careful not to show to little or too much cleavage—apply light makeup, do your hair, and sprinkle a very light scent on your neck. You are ready! As you enter the bar or restaurant where you agreed to meet, you scan the room for the man whose picture you liked on the Internet, your heart skipping a beat or two. Will he be the one?

Men

The Happy Drinker

My very first date was with a pleasant-looking man in his early fifties. Entering the restaurant where we agreed to meet, I noticed him seating on a bar stool, talking on his cell phone. I approached slowly to give him time to end his call and notice me. He hung up and got up from his stool to greet me.

Ann?

Yes—Paul? At least he looked like his picture, though perhaps a tad older, which did not bother me. We sat down at a table and began sharing the usual discovery process of our lives. I enjoyed his company and conversation but did not feel a lot of chemistry. During dinner, he was first to tell me about his former marriages, business ventures, children, and so on. He was well traveled, and he enjoyed outdoor sports like fishing and hiking and a few other activities. He appeared to be very interested in finding the love of his life, as he put it. So far, he was gracious, and he politely inquired about my more recent ventures from the dating site to which we both subscribed.

You are my first date, I said.

Really, Ann? Well, I wish I could say the same. I have been on about twenty dates—maybe more. I’ve lost count.

I’m sorry that you haven’t met the lady of your dreams yet.

Oh, well, I kind of gave that up. I just go with the flow and see who falls in my lap.

Paul was certainly a bit blasé about his dating expectations. He told me a few tales about the women he had met on the dating site without having many kind things to say about any of them. I asked if he had been in a relationship these past few months.

No, the ladies don’t seem to want me that much. I don’t know why.

As our meal progressed, he ordered several glasses of wine for himself without asking if I wanted a second one. Since he had invited me, I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression by ordering too much food or wine, but I could see that he was becoming quite inebriated. The more alcohol he consumed, the less inhibited and the more cheerful he became. Then, between his fourth or fifth glass of wine, his increasing boldness led him to hit me with the coup de gras.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, I have a confession to make.

I feared something odd. He began to slur his words and his right eye was afflicted by a funny twitch. He emptied his wine glass in one gulp, took my hand, and brought his head close to mine.

I have only one ball, but it works great and I happen to be very well endowed. He smiled and hiccupped. What do you say to going to my place after dinner, and I’ll show you my secret weapon?

I had a hard time keeping from laughter as he signaled the passing waiter for yet another glass of wine. Needless to say, I politely declined his invitation, and that was the end of Paul and his missing equipment.

The Tall, Dark,

and Handsome Man

 (Who Forgot Something)

The Man of Muscle arrived ten minutes late at the little Italian restaurant where we were