Online Dating Retrospective

Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

I had what will be my last of my online dates this week (barring any unexpected mind changing, or any highly improbable eventualities such as Viggo M. and Nathan F. suddenly joining match.com).

I wish that my last dates were blogworthy, but they weren't. Nice enough guys, but no tingles. Likewise, nothing atrociously bad/funny happened. It was enough to make me almost miss Rock Lock Guy. One of them tried to impress me by telling me that he had a washer dryer in his big house. Which actually almost did impress me, but the operative word is *almost*. (Although SK thinks I should have given him my dirty socks to wash.)

And I've decided against joining the dating service, It's Just Lunch.

I think I'll just leave it in the hands of The Universe. Because as SK points out to me, The Universe, while it has poor listening skills, DOES deliver, if with a time lag. And perhaps It has known that the timing has never been right. Even if It had delivered Viggo M wrapped in a shiny bow to my doorstep, I would have just rolled my eyes and been forced to call a friend for a consult. And that's ridiculous. A consult? Regarding what to do with Viggo? Like I couldn't figure that out for myself?

I'll just have to find something else to blog about.