Le Sigh...

Bloggers, why are ninety percent of today complete jackasses??

And I don't ask that because I'm having one of my 'All men need to be dragged behind cars going at sixty miles an hour" or "Death to the Ex" moments.  Seriously I'm not.  I'm actually over last weeks ish.

I had a lonely moment where I actually fell prey to the online dating thing.  I mean they can't possibly pay all those people who are preaching true love found on the internet, can they?  All of those bright happy people who say they found their hearts desire through a LAN cord can't be fake right?

Apparently they are or, they were the last decent ones out there.

I put a profile on Black Planet dot com.  I still have lingering hopes that one day my Prince Charming will show up and he will be black.  It's a small, tiny, nearly microscopic hope but it's still there.  Anyway, I put a profile up there.  In my profile I asked for only a few things.

1. Please have decent speaking skills.  If you would make Ebonics ashamed for you, then I don't want to have my eyes bleed out of my skull trying to decipher your message.

2. I am not your Momma, your Baby, your Sugar, or your Sweet thing...  Please don't refer to me as such.  You want me to give you the time of day, then call me by my given name.  Until I do so call me by my handle.

3. I have three children.  If this fact cause cold water to run up and down your spine, then please don't waste my time.  I have desire to start a conversation that is going to abruptly end when you ask if I have children and find out I have three.

Now that wasn't that bad.  At least I don't think it was. I was plain and straightforward and made it clear from the jump what I would not lower myself to.

So why was one of the worst messages I got something that I'm pretty sure would make my eyes bleed all over again to even try to remember the particulars but know that it was telling me that I looked 'gud' and he wished he could come to the 'Quen City' so that he could 'tap dat.'

In one message he managed to completely ignore my first and second request.

I got six hits from Black planet.  There was that one, then two asked if I was married and when I said divorced they tried to proposition me.  The other three managed to sweet talk me enough to get my Yahoo id and have a somewhat interesting conversation but all of them ran for the hills when they found out I had three children and one even blocked me.

I also made a profile at Single Parents meet dot com.  I had the first three requests plus the added:

4.) I have no intention of being a replacement mother to your children.  If you are only looking for a legal babysitter, then you don't need to contact me.

I got a couple hits there but here's the thing about single parent sites.  Fifty percent of the guys there DON'T HAVE ANY KIDS!!  Dude, WTF??

I have shut down my dating profiles.  I just don't think if my knight in shining armor is out there, he's sitting at a computer.  I mean he might be.  I am not counting out ANY possibilities, but  I'm also not putting all my faith into any one. 

Le Sigh...

Terminally Single and Blogging is going to enjoy her Russian lesson and go on to bed.