Saturday, May 28, 2011

Double Ds with a Webcam

It seems you cannot be single in 2011 without being familiar with chat rooms.  It took a few tries, but I think I got it. My ASL will put some guys off immediately. Fine. Not interested in them anyway.  But a few stick around. They're not intimidated by a 'mature' woman.  The next question, however, eliminates 98% of them. Do I have a webcam? No, I do not own a webcam. My computer is 4 years old, and we've gotten on quite happily without one.  Most of the time I'm in pjs with a scarf on my head, or wearing an enormous Tigger bathrobe.  Just what I want broadcast...   I never knew I'd have to put on lipstick and a sexy top to sit in front of my computer.  The fact is, the webcam guys don't even want a sexy top. They want lipstick, hooker heels and DDs for their viewing pleasure. I have plenty of lipstick.  But I do not, nor have I ever, owned lucite heels.  As far as DDs? We won't even go there!

Apparently, there are plenty of 19-21 year old (according to their profiles) ladies who are in the webcam business.  They bare it all for anyone with a paypal account.  Gender is no object, because I've been approached a few times.  Wow! I thought they were called "chat" rooms. Who knew? The chat rooms themselves don't allow the trade, so the Webcam Mistresses lure you to a friendlier page, where they run your credit card and give you a virtual lap dance.  I suppose they have to find some way to pay for medical school....

I have to say, there have been less then a handful of men that didn't click off as soon as they found out I really wanted to chat.  All have been in their late 30s.  Some did ask about the webcam, but didn't flee when the discovered I was operating low-tech.  Most have been very sweet. If I had met them in person, I wouldn't be sitting here typing this.  But... I met them online. Which means they're not within a 1000 mile radius. Of course!  They can be a sweet and as wonderful and as kind as they want to be, I'll never meet them.  But, like one guy said, why just blow smoke up your ass if we're never going to cross paths?  So I like to think that they really do believe that I'm this really wonderful person.  I hope they actually like getting to know me.  They're good practice.  I can see for myself that men appreciate my personality on it's own merits.  So, as long as that 2% is out there, I guess I'll keep visiting the chat rooms.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Opening credits

I don't care what anybody says; single-hood is a waiting game.  Please explain to me how a 45 year old relatively attractive woman is still single? I'm utterly confused. Lost, even. Let me describe myself first.

I am a 45 year old Black female with dreadlocks halfway down my back. I'm 5'4", 125 lbs (varies slightly), 34 B (despite my best efforts), intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor. My best features, or so I've been told, are my mind and my ass, not always in that order. I think I'll be buried in either jeans or pajamas. A running joke with my friends is that if I ever get married, it will be in the nude. I'm not particularly religious, but I believe in a higher power and I lean toward Taoism. I love all things Hello Kitty and fairy art (particularly Amy Brown).  I'm a huge reader~ gravitating toward fantasy, sci-fi, and horror. Crafting and photography bring me peace of mind when everything around me has gone to hell. I'm not a party girl, but I love a good time.

Somewhere along the way, I lost the urge to get married. Relationships sound like a good thing, but I don't have enough experience to know. Can't blame that on my parents, they've been married for 47 years. Most of my friends are married. I have had two near misses; once with a guy that cheated on me and got kicked to the curb, and the other... a somewhat suspect arrangement that would have paid well, but MAY have been a shade illegal.  So.... no luck there.

But, I'm not concerned with marriage; I concerned with getting a date on a Friday night. That rarely happens. Why? is the question behind this blog.  I've never been the tight, mini skirt wearing kind of girl. I didn't start wearing make-up until last year.  I don't have boobs that need their own zip code. It's just me.  Sometimes I think I try to hard, sometimes, not enough.  I'm going to say something that may massively piss off anyone who ever reads this, but Black men do nothing for me.  Not the least bit interested.  There are plenty of attractive ones, but they don't look at me, I don't worry about them.  Any other race, is fair game.  I've 'gone out' with plenty of White men, a few Latinos, an Asian and a Middle-Eastern guy. I say 'gone out', because odds are, we don't really go anywhere.  Sex is probably involved. Everybody has fun, but it's off to the next one.  If it's too long in between, married guys are an easy mark. And amazingly, they come back for more.  They're more often second 'dates'.

I never intended to go looking for married men. Single guys are definitely preferable.  But married guys don't take as much work. Give them a little attention and they'll do practically anything for you.  The sharing part is what gets me. You can pretend all you want, but the wife/girlfriend ain't going anywhere.  And if she finds out.... bad, bad, bad.

So...what to do? What do I have to do to fix things? What have I been doing wrong all this time?  Is there a way to repair the damage to my self-esteem? I think there is. But I haven't found it yet.