Christmas Dating

It's Christmastime and 've got nothing going onto check out the lights with me.

It's the off season in dating and nobody is talking. Not even the hot prospects that I had a week ago.

There was a date with a nurse that ended in a little kiss. That was hopeful. And I had Plan B in the bull pen, ready to sub, because those phone calls were going great. I thought things were rolling along.

Then I went out of town.

When I came back, I sent out "Honey, I'm home!" texts and neither one responded.

What happened in four days?

The general consensus of all the ladies I know...Christmas.

"They don't want to date you at Christmas because they don't  want to buy a gift," said a co-worker. "And they won't date you at New Year's because it look serious."

What's a girl with no love life to do during a two week hiatus of online flirting?

Why, go to a Christmas party, of course.

I managed to snag an invitation to a party with three single men who were unattached. I wondered how I would manage flirting the old school of face to face. I mean, there were three. They couldn't all be horrible, could they?

Bachelor Number One had all the charm of lint. You know, kind of harmless but annoying? It was another voice thing, but this time low, slow and monotone. All I could hear was unintelligible "blah, blah, blah" as I fled to Bachelor Number Two.

Bachelor Number Two was a lawyer.  I was excited. We have something in common.

I didn't even mind his drunken rendition of Jingle Bells.

But he did the unforgiveable. He cheated at Dirty Santa. He looked in all the presents and chose the best one. It pissed off the whole church group. We wanted to take him out back and stomp him. The ladies at work were ready to kick his butt just hearing about it. You don't cheat at Dirty Santa. So, . who's next?

Oh, yes! Bachelor Number 3. Tall, good looking with dark full hair, white at the temples, permanent smile and charm to spare. So why was my sister dragging me away?

"Money problems," she whispered.

Strike Three!

Ok.

I wasn't ready to throw in the towel at Match.com. A few weeks ago, I winked at a profile Alboy, and I was notified that he viewed my profile. There was no response, so no problem. The next day, I saw that Alboy visited my profile again.

He wanted another look. No response. No problem.

Then he looked again. And again. And everyday for weeks. What's up with that?

I sent him a "shit or get off the pot" email.

Hi. My name is Janet. If you want to chat, send an email.

He got off the pot. Until he climbed back on, one week later. Yes, Alboy is back with his daily check of my profile. So I do have something going on. I'm not sure what it is, but it's going on.

Just in time for Christmas.