September 27 - End of the Week Update

Well, I know where I can't find him—he was definitely absent from week 15. I was so bored out of my mine from looking this week that I wanted to scream. Well, actually I did but it was inside my head and it doesn't feel as good when you keep it inside. I need a new, fun dating gimmick, but I’m plum out of ideas.

So my week started off with Wendy Williams. Check out my earlier post on that experience.

As a result, over the next 5 days I received about 50 or 60 emails. Mostly from women and 2 from people who submitted their profiles. One profile was from a woman looking for her husband. (I'm not sure why people are confused about my profile page).

Anyway, no response from the 2 guys that I sent emails to last week. Not a big surprise. As I’ve said before, making the first move doesn't work too well for me.

So, a couple of online emails started and ended this week. I think guys will wink or email you during a period where they have a free membership and then it expires and that's why you don't hear from them again. At first I found it frustrating, but now it just rolls off. In the past, I've had a couple of guys tell me that they paid for membership just to communicate with me. It’s flattering.

My speed dating plans for Saturday got cancelled. 8-Minute Date does offer the courtesy of cancelling your reservation if there’s an imbalance for the men to women ratio. Much better than my 5-minute date experience with 15 women and 5 men.

I'm thinking of suspending my current 3 online dating websites next month and signing up with 3 different ones. It certainly can’t hurt. Many ladies emailed me with suggested ones that worked for them. So I’ll give them a try.

I went on a new medicine a couple of months ago - weight gain is a side effect - and I discovered this week that I gained 6 lbs over the last month, despite the fact that I exercise 6 times a week. It sure feels like life hates me sometimes :-/

September is almost over, which means I only have 3 days to find him in order to even remotely know whether he's "the one." How about dropping him right into my lap, God? You’ve done greater miracles, so this should be a piece of cake.

My ex called me this weekend at a vulnerable time, but I stood strong.