Some men still don’t read.

Not long ago, I added a not-so-subtle hint to my profile that any man who’s actually interested in me should write, not wink. I still got winks. Several.

Okay, maybe I wasn’t direct enough. I modified the end of my profile to say this:

PS: You don’t send winks. If you’re interested, you take the time to write telling me why.

PPS: For the more obtuse who are *still* out there, I’ll make this clearer: I. Ignore. Winks.

Not only am I still getting at least one or two new winks per day, one of those members has been “checking” my profile on a fairly regular basis to see if I’ve been online. Or something. Guess he’s wondering why I haven’t shown up in HIS “who’s viewed me” list. Um…you winked. Why should I bother to look, when you’re not bothering to read? This means you, Milton1962. Either write, or go away.

Ah, but some men DO read.

A few weeks ago, I first noticed a man on my WVML who, at a glance reminded me of Robert Sean Leonard. Ah. Mmmmm. I have kind of an ongoing “thing” for RSL. I remember first noticing him in the Dead Poet’s Society…but it was in Much Ado About Nothing that my crush became fully-formed. (Of course, my crush was on his form, not his substance. For substance, I crush on Benedick, and relate myself to Beatrice. I’m too outspoken to ever possibly be Hero.) RSL is just one of many reasons that I love the show House.

Anyway, I digress. My match version of RSL lives in Santa Fe — a great town, to be certain, but not exactly close to my home — so I read his profile, sighed at the distance, and moved on. Yesterday, I noticed that he’d been “back” again, so I indulged in a re-reading of his (oddly compatible with me) profile. This morning, I figured what the hell…so I wrote:

Subject: Wel… (yes, I typo’d. how embarassing.)
…we could just keep passing each other by on the “who’s viewed me” list.

Or, if you’re game, we could have lunch next Monday. I’m passing through Santa Fe on the way to and from Arizona next week, and while I won’t have time on the way down, my schedule is much more flexible on the drive home.

Interested? I know it’s a weekday, so obviously, I’ll understand if you can’t get away from the evil overlords.

Allison

As it works out, he’ll be out of town that weekend. Bummer. Ah, but you see, he was not far away from writing me as well to propose meeting up. He’ll be in Denver the following weekend for a tango festival. Tango, yes, I said tango. Mmmm. Men who dance. Mmmmm.

Here’s hopin’. It’s fun to have something to anticipate. It would be even better to someday have ONE person with whom I’m involved, and to be able to retire the “Dating” category.

Added: I knew I was forgetting something. I really like this from his profile (among quite a few other things):

my religion
I have a reverent awe for the splendor and beauty of our Universe. But I can’t accept the idea of gods that choose sides in football games or wars. Best label for me would be “Spiritual but atheist/agnostic”.