Plunge-a-rific, or Awk-ward?

I've just taken the dive into the online dating pool.  Five years after ending the lengthy relationship with my daughter's dad, it was time.

I've been setup on blind dates by my friends.  Never anything horrible, but I do remember when my friend's husband asked, after a setup, if I thought the guy was gay.  Really?  Blind dates have fizzled out, and I want someone to go to dinner with, take in a movie and, yes, have an occasional hook up.  Yikes, did I just say that?

Right now this is less than 24 hours old.  I've already recognized its addicting appeal.  It's hard not to respond immediately to a man's missive (well, sometimes it's not, like when he calls you "dear" in his first email, the message includes typos and his profile seems a bit nuts).  Guess I should check out The Rules before I delve too deeply into this foray.

I'll be posting updates here, as I have to let it out somewhere. As much as I feel giddy, I also feel exposed and vulnerable.  Blech, I hate those last two descriptors, but I have to be pragmatic.  

Stay tuned.