My friend had a broken heart and decided to get back out there to hasten the mending process. He’d heard my tales from people I know that have found love on Match.com. I was thrilled he was going to take the leap and sign up.
I didn’t foresee he would ask me to join him.
But a friend in need… well yes, is a friend indeed.
And that’s how I ended up on Match.com
It isn’t because I suddenly decided to start dating. There was no epiphany that I needed a partner. I have no such agenda. Really, have you met me?
I’m just supporting my friend.
And before you jump in with the bit of wisdom that I’ve heard so many times in the last few weeks… “It’s when you aren’t looking for someone that your soulmate comes along.”
That is a platitude that doesn’t work here.
Again I’ll ask, “Have you met me?”
But… a friend in need…
So I signed up.
And what have I learned about diving into this pool of wants and needs and hopes?
58 years old isn’t a very dateable number.
Most older men on Match say they love to drink wine.
My humour might not translate well on this type of platform.
Most older men on Match own motorcycles.
I draw the line at camping.
Most older men on Match love to say they are honest and compassionate.
I now realize I’m not very good at explaining my wants and needs and hopes.
Most older men on Match aren’t good judges of acceptable photos of themselves.
I also found out that there are some really lovely men just looking for someone to share their lives with. It’s hard to put yourself out there for people to judge. I’ve started to feel very protective of some of the people I’ve chatted with. I hope they find the perfect person to make them happy. And if that woman loves wine and can’t wait to ride on their motorcycle… then all the better.
As for me…
I’m happy and content with my life.