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Here: Date My Dead Fish. My Dead Fox. My Big Truck. My Harley. My Dead Bear. My Dead Deer. My Big Boat. My Dog. My Sports Car.
For those of us who are (foolishly)hopeful about possibly finding a match on any of the available online dating sites, there is one abiding truth about certain men: They will shove anything in our faces that they think might be of interest as opposed to doing the much harder work of actually writing something intelligent about themselves.
Or, for that matter, show us their faces. That is, other than to post a photo of them running a marathon that clearly dates from the Sixties, given that kid is sporting a two-foot and very exuberant ‘fro.
Honey, at 71, you neither possess that hair nor that waistline.
We aren’t in the business of marrying a distant memory.
Some post a pic of themselves in uniform from the Korean War or Vietnam, which was my war (yes, folks, women DID serve in Vietnam, and in fact, some of the world’s most potent warriors were women, including Americans). Look, even I’m not so stupid that I would post a military photo from forty years ago. I look one hell of a lot better than back then.
Yet certain men continue to believe that we faint-of-heart females will fall over in a receptive heap for a man in a uniform. Not…