News from the trenches

(Picture me in a World War I tin hat.)

In the bitter world of the romantic mail box, things are not looking promising at all.

I have been back in the on-line dating world for a week now, and let me tell you, friends, it’s dead out there. Deader than a dead Dom. Ain’t nuthin’ happenin’. Only old reliable Ignatius has any interest in talking to me, and frankly, I have to find a polite way to ditch him soon. Other than that, it has been pfffft.

So yesterday I decided to spend a bit of money and join another site, a paying one, to see if I can change my luck. I figure that the old site had one relationship in it, and that is over, so time to try another. It’s like a baseball bat that only has so many hits in it. Once it’s empty you gotta change bats, right? I think this old site had only one hit in it. No way there’s a second Kumar there (or anywhere else, come to think of it. He was a unique character.)

In joining a paying site, I am deluding myself into believing maybe there’s a higher grade of man. Like eggs or chickens. If they are willing to shell out a few bucks, well, maybe they are different from the others. I know. Who am I kidding? Anyway, I’m only joining for a month. I’ve already made a note on my calendar to not renew come June.

(Any wagers on how many weeks I can go before I email Kumar and say, this breaking-up was a terrible idea, come back now!? I predict I don’t make it to June.)