I love your analogy. One of the immense challenges is that there is such dishonesty online (to wit, on the F-S website, one guy has a photo up that I know to be at least eleven or more years old). As I have sporadically used Match.com et al over the years, you see the usual suspects. There’s a damned good reason some of those folk are single. I know why I am- on again, off again love affair with the same guy and we inevitably end back up together. Stupid, but here’s the piece: he’s an athlete. He never lied about his appearance or weight or lifestyle. Nor did I. Those two things go a long way towards establishing trust.

The more athletic we are late in life, the more we do the work, the fewer folks there are to hang out with. That’s a damned shame. What’s worse is how many, as you call them, misfits, are royally pissed off at us for not wanting to hang out with them. In truth I’d rather be camping alone at treeline than hanging on the couch with someone who looks like a English bull dog and smells a lot worse. At least I’d kiss the bull dog.

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