I never did the club/pub scene, so I don't know if it's like that in the places where you could meet strangers in real life. It probably is.
The past couple of weeks, I've been feeling really vulnerable.
Brain fog has been so bad that I've stopped working. My whole body is aching constantly, and I can't eat without feeling that the food is just sitting in the middle of my chest (which is painful). So most of the time, I'm opting to avoid eating. Along with that, I have my own little personal fireworks extravaganza going on inside my head.
I have to admit that right at this time, I would love to have a boyfriend or better, a loving husband, who could hold me in strong safe arms, and help me to feel better about how horrible everything is.
But, I don't want the man on Google+ who said "hello", and when I said "hello" said, "so we are very best friends now, aren't we?" Um no.
Or the man on Google+ who keeps sending me messages "ADD ME" and "ADD ME TO CHAT". Apart from the "I don't do chat", I haven't replied to him. But he has sent me many, many messages.
And then there's the men who go through my profile pictures, to tell me how sexy I am. (Strangely, even the pictures of books I've written are very, very sexy. So far my cat isn't. My dog's had compliments, though.)
I could, of course, just give up on the internet. But with the constraints of my body at the moment, the internet is pretty much my entire life.
LATER: I just took a look at the profile of one of my most persistent "sharks". Turns out he's only two years older than my daughter. Ewwwwww!