Younger men

I'm being punished by the Online Dating Gods for rejecting Gomer Pyle.

I haven't had a wink in days, even after I expanded the age range of my search.  The minimum  range on my  profile was 60 and Mr. Pyle pointed out that he was younger than my profile search.

That means...

I can go younger!

Myth busted! There are some men who go for women their own age or older.

 I dropped that  puppy to 55 and up right away. It's hard enough to find real men online, without screening them out.

Although, I email from men as young as 28 do find their way to my inbox.

Mr. Younger than my Baby Boy: Hi gorgeous! How are you?

Bless his heart, his profile phot that was shot from below just emphasized his baby face and a smile as big as a half moon. He kind of reminded me of a chubby, grown up Urkel. My son looked at his photo and said, "As long as I don't have to call him Daddy."

I was in mommy mode. "I don't want to hurt his feelings" I thought, "I'll answer him that he was too young." But that left the door open for argument and I wanted to be clear that the answer was not happening in this lifetime. So, I ignored him. Some things don't need to be encouraged with a response.

I had a feeling he would be persistent.  A couple of weeks later, I saw his shining face was beaming from my inbox.

Mr. Younger than my Baby Boy:    Ready..whenever you are

There's not enough liquor in Goodlettsville that would make me ready for butterball Urkel.

I've also chatted with a 40-year-old engineer. He was hot enough to be a scammer. But he was either  an awkward nerd who didn't know how converse or he was too busy playing World of Warcraft to  fully answer my questions.

He was new to the area and new to Match.com and didn't know anybody. Since his age fell in the middle of my children's age brackets, when he was non-responsive to any of my questions, I immediately felt like I was talking to my own kids. And that's when the mommy urges came. "Awe, he would fit in good here. My son is studying engineering and his best bud is an engineer. Awe, he could come over and play WOW while I bake cookies!"

Now, what kind of brain fart was that? I pulled myself back to reality in a Nano second. Not in this life time. Not in anybody's lifetime. So I stopped emailing.

And a couple of weeks later, he's back.

Mr. You had Potential: XXX-XXX-XXXX is my number if you'd like to text.

You couldn't keep up the conversation the first time, buddy.

Next!