Sunday, January 20, 2013
Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places
Humphrey Brown blogs for
the Domestic Diva Mysteries
by Krista Davis
You know what's coming up? Valentine's Day. What's worse than not having a date at midnight on New Year's Eve? Not having anyone on Valentine's Day. A whole day of being reminded that I'm still single. People think men don't worry about these things, but well, I'm lonely. Isn't life more fun as a couple? I wouldn't know . . .
I'm not the best looking guy in the world. I'm not tall or dark, and only my mother thinks I'm handsome. My skin is pale as a ghost, which always causes people to think they're being clever when they joke about me being a mortician. Ha. Ha. It's a respectable job. And there's always plenty of business, no matter what's happening in the economy.
I've thought about those on-line matchmaking sites. Have you tried one? I'm very suspicious of women my age who look like they're in their twenties. Do they look so scary now that they have to use pictures that are twenty years old?
There's the nicest cupcake baker over at Sugar Baby Cupcakery. She's cute and always smiling and she smells of strawberries and vanilla. I go by there every day. But she's probably only nice to me because I'm a loyal customer.
I read recently that young men have managed to avoid the pain and fear of rejection by texting women neutral messages like What are you doing this weekend? They haven't lost face if she pretends to be busy. If she responds No plans yet or Wanna catch a movie? then they've scored a date.
I don't know, though. How would you feel if a man texted you something like that?