A Date With Santa? Umm, I Don’t Think So!

I mistakenly went back on a dating site. 

Latinos Dot Com.

The only hits I have been getting are 100 year old short, fat, bald, great grandfathers from the middle east.

Really?

What’s up with that?

Not that I have anything against short, fat, bald, great grandpas, but I am just not attracted to them.

Some of these guys are not that old either.  Some are maybe a few years older than me, but boy are they not attractive to me.

The younger ones, I really am trying to stay away from.  I’ve dated younger, and it doesn’t work for me.  I wanna be the young one in the relationship!

The ones my age.  Well, they don’t want someone their age.  They’re going 20 years younger.

Recently, I received a wink from a member of Latinos Dot Com. There was no picture, but the guy looked really good on paper.  All his stats were good; age, job, location, etc.  And he wasn’t illiterate.  His personality seemed nice as well.

So, I wrote him back.  We exchanged a few emails and I was getting a little excited.  I got up the nerve to ask for a photo.  Before, I received the photo, he asked me out for the next night.  I didn’t respond, but was seriously considering going.  I started trying on outfits, shaving my legs and even considered doing my roots for the big occasion.

I thought, “What the heck.  Who needs a picture?  It will just cloud my view of the guy.  Is how someone looks really that important?  I am going to stop being shallow and just go for it.”

I checked my email.

He had sent pictures.

Santa Claus in July!

Willie Nelson’s father!

Great grandpaw Joe!!

Ugh!

No freakin’ way!  I’m not going!!

I’m not doing my roots for this!  Forget it!!

So, I didn’t go.

So, now what does this mean? 

Does this mean I am doomed for the rest of my life?  That I will be alone unless I settle for Santa Claus?

Maybe so.