It’s always nice to hear people bitch about their relationship status. Those who are single, for the most part, always wish that they could find “The One”. Like “The One” is supposed to be a clone to Keanu Reeve’s character, “Neo”, in “The Matrix”. (Wouldn’t that be an interesting first date? Although, I much prefer his rock-hard body in “Speed”) What makes us say these crazy things?
Hi, my name is Simirah, and I’m a Cereal Dater. (I’ll explain the “Cereal” part in another blog, so just laugh now, and be educated later.) At 37, and never married, I thought that I would finally meet men that are grown up. Really. Seriously. No, I mean it. I’m on more dating websites than I care to admit, and my profiles continue to get wittier with each passing one. Hell, one of my “ex’s”, if you can call him that, even sent me an invitation to “Bootycall.com”. That’s right! A website dedicated to nothing but one night stands. How fu*king charming. No, I didn’t join, but I have to admit that it was tempting. (NOT) So…the point of this blog…I wake up in the morning, and say to myself, “Self. Hmmmmmm. There has got to be a better way.” I’m trying really hard to believe it, too. I don’t think there is an easier way to date. Two of my dearest friends found love on Match.com. (No, I don’t get any kickbacks from them.) I’m sticking with it, and do believe that there are good men out there. (Echo, echo, echo, echo) In the meantime, you get to read my funny dating events, classifications of men, perhaps some good advice on the do’s and don’ts of dating life, as well as recognizing your “MDE’s”(Mutating Dating Errors). No matter your age, it’s a bitch. Hang in there folks because we’re not getting any younger, and we still have to pay our taxes. (Dammit)
**Disclaimer: Simirah is not a psychologist, psychiatrist, comedian, actress, dentist, lawyer, doctor, or street light repairwoman. I’m just a single gal.**
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