So, I’ve been divorced for about nine years now. The dating game has certainly changed since before I was married. As a woman who doesn’t really have time to go out due to work, who doesn’t drink, being a beautiful, plus-sized woman, and being of a (uh-hmmm) certain age, meeting a potential life mate in real life seems like an impossible task. So, I’ve done what many have and gone to the interwebs to find love. Let me tell you ladies, there are some weirdos out there!!
Lets skip past the ones with odd fetishes and go to the ones who claim to be just “normal guys”. Any female who has done on-line dating, has experienced the unsolicited dick pics I am sure. What makes a guy think that sending a picture of his genitals as an opening conversation piece is the way to entice the ladies. What the actual heck has “dating” and “courtship” become? Can we even call it that anymore?
Watching such shows as Catfish and certain Lifetime movies that of course warn of the dangers of predators on-line sours the virtual dating waters even further. How do you know you’re talking to the person they claim to be? Also, some of the men I have messaged make claims of love, passion, infatuation, etc. before they have even met me. Do women take such men seriously? If a man is telling you all these things within a few days of messaging with you and has not actually met you, then he’s probably telling the same thing to multiple other women. Beware of the man who claims to be attached to you before you’ve actually met in person.
So, I was on my Pinterest account tonight, doing as I normally do before bed, tagging recipes and such that I’ll probably never actually get to. There’s something inherently pleasing about organizing these items though into nice little categories. It calms and soothes me. Thus the reason I tend to do this before bed.
Then I see a pin claiming to be for workout plans for “Beginners”. And who do they have posing as their supposed, “beginner”? Someone who looks like they just finished running a marathon, stopped by an American Ninja Warrior competition to win, and then put in an hour or so at the gym. As a fat woman, do I wanna trust these people as supposed virgins of exercise? No…no I do not! I want to see a person who struggles like me and who looks like they were dragged out of a Burger King drive-thru and told today they were going to start exercising. I want to see what those exercises look like. Not these tiny, fit women doing all these twisty yoga poses, or jumping all over the place as if they’re part kangaroo, or suggesting that mountain climbers are a beginning exercise move.
Would I like to get healthier and lose weight? Of course I would and any fat person who says they would not is lying. It would be nice to find some guidance or plans from people who have lived that fat lifestyle though instead of a bunch of thin, in-shape people who have never struggled with their weight or food addiction.
Obviously, learning from physical fitness experts on proper body mechanics and such is important, but can’t they teach me, by teaching another fat person in their videos? Can’t they show me a real-life transformation with this person? Just sayin’.
So, I’m obviously new to this whole blogging thing and I’m at an age where people think I should be technology savvy, but I grew up in a small, poor, Midwest town where we didn’t get dial-up at the school until I was in 7th or 8th grade. Waiting for that dial-up to connect and trying to surf the web, was never my thing either. I just never had the patience for it. I also didn’t have a smart phone until about 3yrs ago. I know you’re asking yourself, “What does this have to do with her hopes and why do we care about her inability to harness the magical powers of the web?” I’m getting to it, I swear. Just laying the foundation.
Ok, so let me set the scene for you: There I was last night, just finishing up my first blog post like a proud mama while sitting in my parents’ living room, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch. And yes, I’m 35yrs old and no, I do not live with my parents, which is besides the point. We’re getting off topic here. So, anyway, I hit the publish button and then start exploring my site and it says I have 1 follower. Oh, my gosh, 1 follower already and I had just hit the publish button. Visions of glorious stardom and famousness are flashing through my mind. I can’t wait to see who this follower could be, so I click on it…and it’s me. What the crap? I’m following myself.
So, this blog is not really to be taken too seriously. I just wanted a place to stretch my writing muscles and what better way to do that then talk about my boring, single life with cats, right? Right? I’ll share some of the weird things I encounter in life, some of the life changes I’m attempting, probably a few frustrations, and of course pictures and stories about my cats.
Speaking of cats…I have two. Cleo is a calico and sixteen and Pepe La Pew is three years old and all black. Cleo always acts like she hates him, but then I caught them napping together in the cat bed. So, I know she doesn’t despise him quite as much as she pretends to.
I’ve been told that having more than two cats is a sign of being a crazy cat lady. So, I’ve been resisting my urges to hoard more kittens. It helps that my parents have multiple farm cats. Come along with me on this blogging adventure if you want. We’ll see where this goes.