Slow Down.

I posted a picture of me with the cat and the online messages stopped including messages from the guy I inadvertently gave my name to.  Meow.

I have pro-actively written messages to two men (at the strong urging of the site’s administrators, "it works!"). Neither has responded.  Bleh.

I responded to a few gentlemen’s messages to me, but despite my witty repartee, crickets.  

My Sherpa (yes, for now, I have one) suggested that his best matches have come when he’s in “chill” mode and not actively trolling.  He made this comment when I’d said I’d fallen off the online dating wagon.  His thought was that it’s not necessary to become obsessed with it and, instead, relax.  Thought: He’s a man I pro-actively wrote to, and we’re still talking.  Hmm.

I don’t know why I’m in such a hurry to have a connection.  What a hassle and time suck it will be.  Sorry romantics, but it's the truth.