A whole month has passed since I started blogging and a month has passed since the first "gray watch" photo was posted. Here's what my hair looks like about 30 minutes after a shower. When it dries, the gray is much less noticeable. I've also noticed that I'm thinning on top. That bothers me more than the gray as I used to have rather thick and slightly unruly hair. It's still unruly. I haven't been able to change my hairstyle in years because a change requires I spend time with it in the morning and I just don't want to do that. It's not fun for me. I can't make it look gorgeous like the stylist. I don't want to have an arsenal of equipment in the bathroom. There's not enough room as it is.
So, the guy from the dating service called me back. Somewhere in this mess to my right, is the slip of paper with his phone number on it. I need to find that and return his call. He was chuckling when he left his message. "I really like your answering machine message. Sorry I took so long to call you. I'll explain when we chat." Hokay. Optimism, Deb, optimism. Just think of this as someone with whom you can go see "Up" or take a "field trip" to that brewery in Munster, Indiana or get to the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry.
I cancelled my eHarmony membership. Bet you didn't know I'd even had an eHarmony membership. Yes, I know of success stories, only one actually, but that counts. I joined when they were having a "sale"; three months for $20 a month. Doesn't that seem wrong to you? A "sale" on relationships. Maybe "desperation" is my middle name.
Anyway, in the 3 months I was a member, I had almost 90 referrals. 83 of those are closed matches, meaning they were ended either by me or the guy. I have 7 open matches but I will be closing them on Tuesday. I got exactly ONE, count 'em, ONE return comment and that was from a guy who was dating and felt it polite to let me know why he wasn't interested. He did wish me luck. Yeah, whatever.
Guys my age aren't looking for women my age regardless of what they say. They want some late 20's or early 30's size 5 doe-eyed female who will worship the ground they walk on. I want a guy who will pick up after himself, knows how cook something other than a frozen pizza and reads. Is it wrong to expect he has interests I'm not presumed to share and can occupy himself without my needing to hover? Can he carry on a conversation without resorting to self-satisfied grunts, farts or intermittent scratching? I have always joked that my requirements for a guy were "walk upright and breathe". I'm less hopeful of finding a guy who does that.
To bring this back to the first topic, with gray hair on my head, I am more inclined to think that looks really do matter. It's always been said that gray hair on a man makes him look distinguished. On a woman, it makes her look old. As I embrace the gray that is me, I increasingly believe it's going to be with a cat on my lap and a cup of tea at my side and no one else in the house.