I’ve become one of those guys…

Due to the overwhelming loneliness of being the left in the divorce, I’ve dabbled in the online dating sites a few times now. I did meet a few ladies, but they’ve all decided that I wasn’t worth the effort. IDK, maybe something else, but that’s how it feels anyway.

That’s not what this is about though, the women I’ve met, this about the several I haven’t. Apparently I must have that “look” that the scammers look for in their search for victims. Several times on different dating sites like Facebook, POF, Match, and even a Christian dating site I’ve been targeted. Thing is, I don’t think that much of my self to fall for the seriously over attractive interests of the women who live just close enough to sound possible.  I mean there is obvious BS like when one used porn star, Bree Olson’s pics she has on her twitter.

Then there’s the ones that actually look legit. Have to say these guys have been getting better with trying then a few years ago. They always slip up though. Basic English grammar, not knowing the first thing about where they say they live or what they do, and the anger when you call them out on it. I just never thought of the typical “target” though. In my mind I selfishly think of the unattractive guy with a sob story background post who is just old enough to be in that well off stage of life. You see, I stupidly listen to the compliments I get from people who know there is absolutely no way they would ever be in a relationship with me. Sort of like every child is wonderful to their mother shit. Truth is, I’ve become one of those. Maybe that’s why the wife left and why I typically get “likes” from women who realize they’re just as much of a mess as I am.

I was raised in the church by parents that taught me about right and wrong, how to treat everyone, and not judge a book by it’s cover. That said, I’m sure that these typical women who send me like are probably nice and caring people. Just as lonely as I am, but in my mind, the last several relationships I have had over the first 50 years of my life were with women I found attractive. Yes, where did that get me?

Maybe then it’s fate or karma why I’m now alone, unloved, and friendless. Now I’m just one of those guys. You have all seen them. The one who quietly goes out for work and groceries, but never leaves his apartment or that guy on the end of the lunch counter who is so desperate for a friend he annoyingly bothers all the other people and wait staff. This is where I am destined to suffer the rest of my days.