Gulp. Clearing of the throat. Well, here I go, ladies and gentlemen. My first blog post for Singles Warehouse. Be kind.
I suppose I’ll take this opportunity to introduce myself to you. I am Joanna, a 37-year-old single
woman from Boston, MA USA. I’ve never been married, so technically, I’ve been in the dating pool for roughly 23 years, if you count talking on the phone for hours with a fellow 8th grader when I was 14 years old. So, this means I have 23 years worth of dating stories – the good, the bad, and of course the extremely ugly.
If we were looking at a photograph of the various boys and men of my dating past, we’d see a vast array of ages, personalities, and body types. There was my first love – H. We dated in kindergarden and trust me, he was a true gentleman. He even walked me to the door after one of our romantic dates drinking fruit punch and eating cookies on the playground (semi-true story). And, of course, my high school crush – B. – who had blond “surfer” hair and is strangely now in a relationship with someone who shares the same name as me. Go figure. And who could ever forget M. We dated the summer before I started college; we used to make out on the beach late at night. And of course, there was C. who took me to my first homecoming dance.
As I’ve gotten older, my taste in men has changed. As much as I loved B’s beautiful hair, I’m just happy now if he isn’t completely bald. And, I’d settle for someone not asking me to split the bill at the end of a date. And, as for the making out part, I’d be happy for a kiss on the cheek good night.