But the addiction is an interesting one. Ken Keyes (“Handbook to Higher Consciousness”) says we need to make our addictions “preferences”…we need to “not need” to desperately do something…just prefer it; so if we can’t get it we don’t suffer.

And yet we gleefully “suffer” this addiction.

But isn’t it about one of the reasons we live…to find a mate? To create a family with that mate? It’s like “I’m addicted to air and water and finding relationships”…. it’s kind of a necessary addiction…we don’t carry on without it.

I guess you can say the fewer dates you have, the fewer pictures you post, the fewer times you check the mail, the less addicted you are. I want to say I’m not addicted. I love the search…yet it’s sad, yet challenging…exciting yet depressing…invigorating yet disappointing. So am I suffering from my addiction?

Good question!

But that’s life, I guess? What’s the alternative?

I.e. it is acceptable to me for both parties to put our best features out on a date, but if it takes that much money to make you attractive, who can afford you?

If you say, without saying it, of course, “this is what I look like” and it’s actually $60 worth of investment each time to look like that, is that a good approach when you show up to a first date, each of which having an equal chance of developing into a LTR?

It’s like falsies for women, or heightening shoes for male midgets.

It’s like lying on an investment prospectus or committing perjury in the witness box.

I say DO NOT straighten your hair next time you go on a date, a coffee date, and I strongly suggest that you negotiate a $20 cash-up-front fee to offset 50% of your babysitting expense. Unless the guy has two kids, in which case his cost is $80 for babysitting, so you’d need to give him $20, site unseen, before the date would even begin. Twenty bucks, upfront, or ship out, buster.

In order to keep things completely fair, if preemting the whining is a prerequisite for you and for your coffee date.

I had a friend who agreed to meet a man from JDATE and a clown showed up. He offered her flowers, and she said, “WHOOO are you”. He said, “Why, your match date”. She said, “Thanks, I am leaving”. He said, “Won’t you at least have dinner with me”. She said, “Your a clown!” He said, “Yes, I wanted to be completely truthful with you”.

I asked, (even though I was confused- funny how you can ask a rational question right in the middle of the most ludicrous conversation), “Did you have dinner with him?” She look at me as if I had lost my mind, and said very slowly, ” H e was a CLOWN!”

I would have had dinner with him.

Deb

I’d love to date you!

M

I like your writting, it’s so true. I love your sense of humor too.
You are amazing and very talanted.
Please, keep writting.

I’ll “see you” around

Thank you.

Call me! lol