Tuesday, 19 January 2016

That don't impress me much.....

Words from a Bird.  Day 19

As a happily married lady of the more mature kind, the world of the single person and dating is one that I can find quite puzzling at times.  In days gone by, if a girl was after a boy, you tried some or all of the following: 'my best friend fancies your best friend', blind dates, bike shed, money(it was only once for goodness sake), school disco, kiss chase or flashing your navy blues at playtime.  It would appear that life is not so simple these days....

Several of my very close friends (names have been withheld to protect the not so innocent) are currently looking for their Mr Right.  A couple of them would settle for Mr You'll Do, but that's a story for another day.  So back to the ones who are after their happy ever afters with a gentleman.  How do you go about it these days?  Well of course, there are dating sites a-plenty, all promising to listen very carefully as to what kind of man you're after, and make the perfect match.  I'm not too sure that this actually happens - as when a 5'10" professional friend of mine found herself sitting opposite a 5'2" mushroom picker (same height/radius/width whichever way you looked at him) in a shiny brown suit clutching a bus pass.  She had wondered why he had felt the need to check that the restaurant was on a bus route....

In my mother's day, it would have been Car Maintenance Classes in the evening at the local comp, grubbing around in oily overalls offering to tighten the nuts of the only good looking man there (usually the tutor, so not much point is asking him).  You could join the local pub darts team - the sheer fact of it being a darts team immediately ruled out any love action with the team's male members.  With their beer swollen bellies straining against polyester shirts, and the oft repeated adage of 'All Paid For' being their mating call, it wasn't the best place to go a-courting.

So let's get up to modern day.  All there seems to be is Tinder......someone close (again, no names) has had to get treatment for Repetitive Strain Injury for all the sliding across the screen she's had to do, swiping prospective suitors straight into oblivion.  And as for the choice of men, well I can only compare it to an 'Eat all you Like' Carvery.  It is a relative smorgasbord of baldies, fatties, oldies, weirdos, beards, Speedos (a very popular clothing choice apparently?) and strange looking smiles (all waiting for the timer to go off on the smart phone I expect).  To be honest, if the smart phone had an odour detection app, I would imagine that the whole experience would be touched by just a hint of Eau de Desperation and possibly chlorine (from the Speedo wearers).

Love can't be hunted down.  It can't be chased, tamed and brought to heel.  It creeps up on you when you're not looking, usually catching you out with bad hair and control knickers.  But hey, if he can cope with that, he can cope with anything!

I should say at this point that I am not talking about myself - my hair looked just fine that day......












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