Folks, as mentioned before, I have been participating in some online dating websites. Yep, I have found fraudulent accounts and sketchy people, but I have found some nice ones as well. I’ve been especially impressed by two young women that live in the Philippines. One is a teacher and the other is, well I don’t recall. These ladies put the rest of the bunch on these dating websites to shame. They are not materialist, career-oriented feminists, but really on fire for God and live to tell people about Jesus. They are as beautiful as any of the fashion models that Donald Trump has on his payroll and the best part is that you know they are more beautiful on the inside. Sadly, they are both in their twenties.
As for the rest of the pack, I am corresponding with a few women; only one of whom is in the age bracket that I really want. The others are old. I can’t get my head around the fact that these ladies are grandmothers and are interested in me.
Warning I’m about to get really controversial so stop reading now or promise not to get angry with me. You have been warned.
Ok, so why the warning? I’m not old. I may be turning 64 later this year, but I’m still a kid on the inside. (My friends here in Idaho think I’m in my mid-fifties.) I’m looking hard at women between 35 and about 50 years old. Had my son made better life choices, I would be making different ones now, but it is clear that I will never have any progeny from him. Dude, Elle freakn’ Mitchell had a huge crush on you and then you make your stupid life choices, thou fool. My son, you have made the stupidest life choice since Esha sold his birthright to Jacob for a bowl of stew.
I want a proper heir to carry on the family name. There, I said it out loud. I currently have nobody to leave anything to. The thought of all my stuff being reduced to a few neglected boxes that Goodwill or the Salvation Army will reject is not the ending that I hope for. I’d like the family name to continue. To put this in words that you might comprehend, “There is NO other Skywalker.”
I have all the genealogy stuff that my wife accumulated from both sides of her family plus all the good antiques and none of her kids want it. It will eventually find its way to thrift shops or whatever, but what a waste. Nobody wants the fine China, the wedding silver, the tons of photos that I have (currently over 26,000 images and I have much more that needs scanning), her old books, or anything else. The only things the kids seem to have any interest in are the wife’s Hallmark ornaments which I could care less about. Sorry, but Hallmark has never meant Christmas to me.
Anyway, I have been corresponding with this young lady in Brazil. She happens to live in Rio, a place that I have visited twice while in the Navy. She has a two-year-old daughter. I don’t know what will happen, but I am willing to pursue her further. Oh, she is 39. Per Google, if I started paperwork now, by the time I could get her here, she will be about the same age as my last wife when we were wed.
I really like children. I think God put us on the planet to have lots of them, something my wife didn’t let us pursue further. I could argue that her reasons for not having more children were the beginnings of the path that ended with her demise, but I won’t elaborate further in writing. Let’s just say that her decision still has consequences for the living.
My grandfather lived to be 96, and my dad is on track to get close to that age too; so, I figure that I may have three more decades in the tank too. Yes, I know tomorrow is not a certainty, but I at least have some reason to hope for more than the seventy years mentioned in the Bible.
Back to Rio girl. If we continue on the path that we are seemingly on, I will have her visit in a few months. I think if she visits me for two or three weeks, we can know if we are compatible. My faith is important to me but trying to have deep discussions with someone via text messages whose second language is English is not really fair. Oh, her English seems to be excellent, but still…
So, if it works what’s next? Paperwork, we can’t have a government without lots of paperwork. Then there is the issue of making sure she is cared for if I do shed the mortal coil. Oh, if this does come to fruition, I plan to adopt her daughter as my own, something I could never do with my step kids while their biological dad was still involved in their lives. (Bet they never even thought to ask why that never happened.)
Having a few online friends is helping me be in a better state of mental health. I never have been fond of married people telling me to be happy that I’m single.
I’m also in communication with a nice lady in Oregon. Church wise, we are polar opposites but she is very nice and however things turn out, I’d like to keep her as a friend.
The Other People I’ve Seen Online
On the predominately Reformed Baptist website my general comment is no wonder the people on there are single. The Christian stuff they claim to consume is from the likes of John MacArthur and R.C. Sproul. In other words, they stay within their own bubble of knowledge and know nothing of other views. After consuming “spiritual baby food” for years, they know nothing and think they know it all.
I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy so I will bash both genders separately.
The guys out number the women about eight to one on this website. The vocal ones tend toward rudeness and want to argue theology until the other party submits unconditionally. They think the way to a mate is to find the perfectly completed female profile and then expect the girl will submit to their leadership without the guy having any track record of accomplishing anything. The other issue is that they have no idea what a biblical marriage is all about. A husband’s job is to die daily for his wife, not be waited on hand-and-foot by his personal handmaiden.
Many of the women on there, having secured their careers, and now wish to add a husband to their life in much the same way as a person adds a new pet to the family or pair of shoes to their wardrobe. Generally, they are unwilling to “leave and cleave” and start a new family. Alternately, they have child custody or other reasons and/or baggage not to be with their potential man. They erect unnecessary barriers or have unrealistic expectations such as “I want to homestead and home school my children”. They seem ignorant of the fact that their favorite YouTube personalities that homestead are being paid because they can’t earn enough to make a living homesteading unless they continue to generate extra money from social media by having you watch them. Having seen it up close and personal, homesteading is more of a work commitment than having children.
On the other website that I’m using, there is a persistent group of men that harass new female members. They come across as if asking the girl if she is a slut, if so, please call me on this social media account. It’s the same handful of guys spraying virtual graffiti on each account; like a dog urinating on their mailbox.
Both websites have this in common, there is a lot of ‘deadwood” or stale accounts being hosted on the website. I guess content over quality is the motto. One website has accounts that are older than seven years that are still considered people looking for a mate. One website tells you where they last logged in based on their IP address, which can easily be spoofed, but not when they last logged in. Neither website will allow you to sort by paid members to make it easier to interact with actual humans.
Between the two websites, I have hit “Like” on seventy or more different profiles. Generally, nobody even takes a look at my profile in return. I don’t mean they didn’t reciprocate interest by liking me, but that they never even clicked to see who liked them. To me this is more proof that the women I’m looking at don’t exist or lost interest long ago. I know some accounts are fraudsters, but some are not.
Online dating is not for the faint of heart.
My last comment is that the men in the group, and women too, need to read “The Boniface Option” by Andrew Isker. Our youth are stuck in “Trash World” and happy as pigs in their own excrement thinking this is the “normal” state of things. MacArthur and Sproul are safer choices because they rarely touch us in our everyday lives.