Desperately Seeking My Genius

I had a close trusted friend tell me once that the man that chooses to marry and spend his life with me will be a genius. I am like most women in many ways. When I look at myself, I have a hard time seeing past my flaws. And I understand that most men are very visual, and will never be able to get past my exterior flaws to the good loving person that I have inside my heart.

And as a woman, I have to admit that I can be very visual sometimes too. I have turn ons and turn offs just like everybody else. But as a woman, I have found that I can ignore and over look things that would normally turn me off in favor of good personality traits. But I don't think most men are able to do that. Or from my personal experience, most don't seem to be able to do that.

So my most recent dumbest venture is to have signed up for an online dating site a couple of months ago. And I am so discouraged I am ready to close my account.

I don't know what men are thinking. I've made what I'm looking for very clear in my profile and that I absolutely am NOT looking for any casual hanky-panky. Yet I keep getting contacted by creepy-creeps that say the most awful things to me. I don't even bother to respond. I simply block them. And somewhere I am sure there is a mother that is sure she raised a very nice guy, but she has absolutely failed. That not so nice guy has contacted me with nothing but lewd, disgusting suggestions. And there seems to be no shortage of them. They're as numerous as cockroaches. And how in the hell is sending a woman you've never met a picture of your penis a romantic gesture?

Then besides the lewd ones are the shallow ones that asks me if I'm pretty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What one person may find beautiful another may find ugly. My answer to that question is that I'm butt ugly and he shouldn't waste his time talking to me, move along. Or they ask if I'm very obese. To which I'll answer, yes. I'll tell them I'm morbidly obese. Don't waste your time talking to me, move along.

I'm no supermodel and I don't try to pretend I am. What you see is what you get. I'm not a girlie-girl. I'm a hard worker and I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. And if there's a way for me to work smarter instead of harder, I will go that route. I like big trucks, fast muscle cars and loud motorcycles. But I don't care for facial hair and since I do short just fine all by myself, I tend to prefer tall.

I just wish my friend could point me in the right direction to find my genius. I'm afraid he's not out there. And I'm not one to settle for a lying, cheating, scum bag and put up with him. That just ain't me. I'm too valuable to put up with a game playing little boy who's afraid to grow up and be a responsible human being. Keep chasing your bones dogs. This steak is being saved for a man.