As funny as everyone seems to be finding my blog posts about horrific dates, (yeah, thanks for your support,) I wondered whether there was any particular correlation between the fact that I’m advertising on myself on a free dating site (as opposed to being on paid sites) and most of the men being moronic tools.


The sad fact of the matter is basically, I’m skint, and I just can’t justify paying to be on a dating site when I’m sat at work with holes in my tights and its beans for dinner again.  (Talking of correlations …)


However … I think it’s clear to all of us that the calibre of men on the free site is … somewhat dire.


So, all in the name of research, I thought I’d at least take a look at another dating site, a paid one, to see if there was any improvement.  I didn’t sign up but put my search criteria in as ‘Seeking men, 25-45, in Kent.’  I like to cast a wide net.


And I wasn’t disappointed.  There were lots of guys that I would love to tap get to know better, but then I noticed something that quite frankly, has left me a little annoyed slash depressed.


Granted, I do like the younger guy … but equally, I’m open to the thought that there might be someone my age out there who is just as awesome as me.  It’s a long shot, but it could happen.


BUT … at the ripe old age of 42, I seem to have fallen into that age bracket.  Over 40, and considered by some, to be over the hill.


Because you see, my age doesn’t bother ME.  I’m cool with it.  I scrub up alright, I have a busy life, kids that keep me young in outlook and I have three jobs that I absolutely love.


And I like to think I actually have a lot to offer (other than an ample bosom.)


But when you’re scrolling through a dating site and not one man puts HIS search criteria as any woman over 36, I’m a bit stuffed.  And not in a good way.


I’ve never been one of those women that lies about their age (apart from when I used to go to nightclubs at 14, but that’s another story,) but I have to admit that for the first time, I understood why some women do lie.  It’s not because WE have an issue with how old we are – it’s because other people do.


When people meet me, men and women, they are normally surprised I’m 42 (what?? they are!!!!) – probably because I’m pretty wrinkle free for an old bird – but I hate the fact that my age is now an issue.  I spent my youth always wanting to be older … and as Alanis Morrisette once said, isn’t it ironic.  Don’t you think?


Age really is just a number … when you’re 24.  Not so much when you’re 42.  However, the thought of lying about any part of who I am really doesn’t sit well with me.


So, for now at least, whether I am on a free dating site or a paid one, I’m just going to be honest about who I am.  42 and proud of it.


(What?  I am a natural redhead!)




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Published by Kate Sutton

Writer, Mother, Dater.

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