Another gold digger? And striking gold

three_sites_10Denise was ready to give up on Dating.

She started with Plenty of Fish – traweled around for a couple of months – got the courage up to meet several men for coffee and quickly realized each man was a creative writer and looked nothing like his photo and had exaggerated about his life.

“Handsome Bob” was not divorced yet – was still living with his wife – in separate bedrooms. Next! “Your Dream Come True” – never married, 44, was not an author or a painter – he was unemployed and looking for a Sugar Mommy.  “Kiss Me Today” was not “tall, dark and handsome” as he suggested, twice, in his profile. He was 5’5 just like her,  and shared that he was on a diet…he had a “thing” for discovering the Very  Best donuts in San Francsico and had “put on a few lbs.” Adios!

After a short hiatus,  an acquaintance told Denise to try The woman explained,  “You meet a different cleintele.” Withinin minutes of scouring the site she knew it was a scam and a farce. The poorly written  web pages made her cringe. Gold Digger was written all over the sophomoric site.


Desperate, Frustrated and Curious

Minutes before she was going to reach out a hire a Matchmaker, something urged her to do a quick  look at the Yelp reviews for local Matchmakers. The reviews made her stop in her tracks. She was so grateful to get “the real story” and  taken aback by the multitude of 1-star ratings and warnings.

Threee months later, on a whim, Denise went to a class reunion with three of her best college friends. She was the only one divorced  and her friends said they would find her a “Date for Life.” In the buffet line, Denise stood behind a guy she had taken Speech Class with Frosh year. He was memorable because during his speech on how to Swing a Golf Club, he had broken a window. Class erupted in laughter and was dismissed. She tapped him on the shoulder and said, “I remember you: Fore!” George laughed and got the reference immediately. They sat together at dinner….and at breakfast the next morning. And the next morning, too.

And so it began.








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