I did an interview with Jancee Dunn that is on BC.
Before there were online dating services there were personals. Around 1986, I put one in as I had broken up with my fiancee and didn’t seem to be able to meet anybody I wanted to date.
I was a bit too impressed with myself and I guess the personal reflected that. Don’t remember what I said but I got around 250 responses and only 30 were from prisoners.
It was overwhelming. The Blenderbusters read through them and we decided who I should answer.
I went on a couple of dates with a man who seemed perfect on paper. He was a certified social worker who had gone into the family business and owned a small but very upscale chain of stores
We had two decent dates. Then he went skiing. He called me from his ski trip and said he was coming home early so we could have our third date. I was big on the third date rule, unless I was overwhelmed with lust.
It was very cold and I wore a denim mini, huge sweater, black fishnet stockings with black nylon in back of the fish nets, hand painted Converse high tops and my nutria–Louisiana swamp rat–coat. My hair was big and red, I wore ear muffs as no hat fit my head or my look. I think I was going through a too much make-up stage.
It was just before the advent of multiplexes and we had to wait about an hour outdoors to see the new Woody Allen film. I can’t remember which film but do remember that it was on Second Avenue. After the film we were supposed to go to Sign of the Dove, a pricey nice restaurant.
Alan, don’t remember his name, had a cold. He should have canceled the date, but…
Not only didn’t he use a tissue, but snot was coming out of his nose for the entire time we were waiting. I kept handing him tissues, but somehow he didn’t seem to realize….
We never made it to Sign of Dove nor did he make it to my apartment. I made some lame excuse, and went home determined to never see him again.
A few days later I got a letter from him. He was “breaking up” with me. Something about me had made him up his therapy sessions from ten hours a week to fifteen.
He broke up with me? We didn’t even have a relationship, and I did the breaking up unless I forced fights something I excelled at.
I threw out all the letters. Dating from personal ads was just too much work.
I will be away for a bit more than two weeks and might or might not post again. i feel so stupid not being able to keep to a schedule when I don’t have six kids, or anything like that. Just a book I’m desperately trying to get together. It’s hard because it’s on the teenage me, and I want to be true to who I was without sounding preachy. It’s hard to dredge up the feelings without becoming immersed in them. I so envy people who can redo their blog posts for their book, but this isn’t a bloggy book.