Remember comedian George Gobel (1919-1991), ol' "Lonesome George"? It's his nickname that triggers this post. That and my previous post on social groups.
As most of you know, I live alone--divorced (2x), kids gone.
Over the past several months, I've had occassional feelings and emotions of loneliness. They're fleeting, but real. I'm not sure what triggered them.
I like living alone. I enjoy my freedom and solitude. Yesterday, I played golf with 3 married men and listened to them belly-ache about their marriage. I thought, "Gee, I'm glad I'm single."
But. Yes, but (underlined). Last week, I found myself "signing up" for a match.com service (actually called "Fitness Singles"). I typed in all the information requested, including a "brief description" of myself (embarrassing). I kept questioning my reasons for signing up, but continued.
Eventually, I received a list of women from all over the world that shared my major interests. Good start! However, there were no women over age 48 (20 years younger than I), and the nearest female lived in Cleveland. Too young, too far.
But I "showed interest" in "Cleveland". The dating service then asked for money. Halt, stop, desist! Just to email someone 200 miles away ain't cheap! So, that was the end of that. Sorry, Cleveland.
Now, I'm back to square one. I keep waffling back and forth about "do I or not?" want to pursue meeting someone--and why? Like I said, I'm happily "solitaire". Yet, something is missing in my life. Companionship? Someone to talk to, go out to dinner with, sit on the porch swing next to?
What do I really want? I'm in a state of limbo. It's not too late to fall in love again. I'm human. I think I'd enjoy that feeling once more (but not with my ex-wife).
Ever since I embarrassed myself with Anna, the librarian, I haven't even been to her library! That was back in February. She was my only hope, then and since. I know what I should do, but I can't make myself do it.
My farmer friend, Stan, has had 3 dates from match.com. (He has encouraged me to join.) But he's had to drive 100 miles round trip to meet them. Plus, he's been disappointed. I don't want or need that.
So, in the meantime, I'll just have to be content with living my life alone, and continue being a wee bit lonesome.