Dorothy, everybody’s favorite serial dater, was a peripatetic-romantic. She amazed her friends with the number of dates she went on, each week.
Testing the Waters? Or Walking of Water
She was a real-live dating diva on Craigslist. Meeting new men every week, buoyed her confidence and prompted Dorothy to join Plenty of Fish.
She instantly learned the ‘catch and release’ practice at Plenty of Fish, and she trawled, for hours, on her lap top computer every day. She was exhilarated with coffee dates, walking dates and her favorite “Choose a museum and entertain me’ gauntlet.
Fatefully, after spending hours each day looking for love, she grew tired of the chase. She was an active, and getting bored member on both Eharmony and Spiritual Singles. And, then her computer died.
The Apple falls far from the tree
Despite trying, every trick in the book, every suggestion from Apple Care and finally a trip to the Apple Store – it was a fact: her laptop was DOA.
Due to financial strain– she was unable to buy a new computer.
In a swirl of cavalier independence, she thought she could easily go a month without a computer. No big deal. It would be a learning experience. She could use the computers at the library.
When she returned home – in a Pavlovian trance- she went to check her dating sites for love letters and nibbles of interest. Darn. No computer. She would go to the library the following day and check.
At dinner time, she poured herself a glass of wine and was ready to settle down – which was her nightly habit – to look at the trickles of flirtations from various men. Double darn, no computer.
After work, she went to the library – all the computers were tied up. And there was no privacy – anyone could read your screen over your shoulder.
She was in the habit of- every day, several times a day – sitting at her computer, opening all the emails the dating company inundated her with – she scanned, read, tossed. Repeat. It was truly an addiction.
Within two days, of going freezing cold turkey, she found a friend of a friend with an old Mac willing to lend it to her. Hallelujah! In no time, she was back in the dating game. There was no way she could be the dating bon vivant she thought she was without daily online diligence.
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If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no point in being a damn fool about it.
W. C. Fields