OK, so you want specifics.
I’m female (thus the dragonLADY)
I’m single, widowed, but also multiple divorces and broken engagments. I’m not GOOD at the long term, apparently.
I’m 40. No, really. Will be 41 in July.
Thanks Calredic (blushing profusely now). It seems that at school, unless you are blonde and wear tupe tops and capris everywhere, you are destined to be single.
I’ve been known to dress in all-black and sneak into sorority houses to chop up their neon pink tube tops and black capris, but let’s keep that to ourselves.
Anyway, I think my problem is that I am too picky. I get offers, but usually I never see a guy past the first date. And if they make it to the second, they turn into horny assholes and I have to use my tae-bo technique on them. I could horrify you with some of my horrendous dating stories, such as the Metallica fan who made twice as much money as me but expected me to pay for everything all summer, or the giant weirdo with man-breasts who stalked me and called me forty times in one hour (no exaggeration) after one pity-date.
Oh well, Mr. Wonderful will come along someday. 