These Darn Pheromones

                 

(This was my gmail spam folder today)

It’s hard not to peacock when you’re being so heavily recruited. This must be how Lebron James felt. Thank God I’m not single, as Lebron so eloquently put it back in 2010, I’d have trouble deciding where to take my talents . Each one draws you in for different reasons.

Senior People Meet: I wouldn’t have to wonder if they’ll age well. They’ll be up at 5am with me,  and we’d eat meals at our earliest convenience. I’m confident they’ll walk at my leisurely pace.

Christian Mingle: It’s like they were already pre-approved by the highest judge. That and can you imagine how many times I could deflect conflict by saying “you’re not being very Christian.”

Match.com: The animal mom/baby match (also referred to as memory) game was my favorite when I was little, and the 70s game show Match was my favorite during my teenage years. I see a theme.

Online Dating: I love math, and they use stats to draw you in: 1 in 5...20%...I bet I could wow someone with that number to percent conversion in casual conversation.

Cougar Dating: I thought at 26 the scouting or soliciting done by this site was a little premature. Then again, we have the 18-25 ¾ range to work with. Maybe I was just being an ageist. The cougar preys on various types of animals . . . that sounds kinda athletic . . .

Now if the boy would hit up some early bird specials with me, take the role as baby Jesus in a Christmas play, spring for Milton Bradley’s finest match/memory game and then proceed to calculate the percentage in which I beat him by we’d get this cockiness I’ve acquired under control. I’m doing my part being the cougar...I’m 4 days older. Yes it’s a narrow margin, but older is older.