We Won't Be Fooled Again

About a month ago, after The Great Ted Debacle, Laura all but begged me to quit this whole online dating mess and focus just on me - the book, my new place, whatever. Miss Erica, a dear friend in Naples, Florida, suggested that I do the same. Smart ladies both and there they were encouraging me to do the same thing.

I'm pretty self-absorbed so doing this be a snap. But do you know why I don't do it? Because I'm an attention whore. I love a guy telling me I'm smart/pretty/funny/interesting/fun to talk to.

The problem comes when I begin believing my own PR. Or when I start believing the guy, period.

Laura pointed out to me a while back that I am particuarly subseptible to this online dining business because it's based on communication. As that's one of my favorite things, it's very seductive. It feels like you're really getting to know someone, that you're making a connection when, in fact, it may all be a load of shit. That's true when you meet someone in "real" life, too, but it seems much more rampant, for me, anyway with this venue.

Another theory that's been offered is that guys also fall prey to it. It's easier for them to open up online, as well, and maybe when they do meet you in person, they do their own private freakout because they've revealed so much to you, which manifests in their turning tail and running with little or no explanation.

All this to say, I had another email from Flyboy a little while ago. It was very casual, very oh, this is what's going on in my world today - about his work, etc.

So is it possible that he was, in fact, being honest in the earlier email and that he is not blowing me off??

I'm just not sure.