If you’d like to send me a picture of your boobs I’m willing to take a peek.  If you want feedback I can give you some.  If not, I can just look at the pictures.  It’s your call.

Life in the post-Phone Sex Operator (P.S.O.) era has been interesting so far.  I decided to dust off the ‘ol online dating profile and throw it back up on one of the free sites.  I didn’t know how prepared I was to start pursuing others, but I figured that I would at least put it up and let people see me.

In order to have some success online you have to spend some time on the website.  The reality is that the more you’re online, the more people are apt to see your profile.  I haven’t been spending a lot of time online, so maybe that’s part of the reason for the results I’ve been getting.

I’m not looking for another relationship right now, but if the right person comes along…  I need some fun.  I need some flirting.  I need some, uh, you know…

I’ve looked through quite a few profiles and found very little to intrigue me and/or spark my interest.  I’ve busted off a few messages to women, with poor results.  The women I’ve sent messages to have been cute and seem pretty normal.  I’ve been flat out ignored by a majority of them but three have responded, though nothing has really transpired past an e-mail or two. One told me she just didn’t have an attraction to me.

That’s cool.  I can accept “no attraction” as an answer.  What bugs me are those that don’t have the decency to at least say, “no thanks.”  I think that everyone deserves the courtesy of a reply back.  Everyone who contacts me gets some sort of a response, even if that response is “thanks, but no thanks.  Good luck.”

For all my faults, I’m a pretty courteous dude.  I’m optimistic and try to see the good in things if at all possible.  Even though most of the women I’ve sent messages to haven’t felt the need to respond, I’m OK with that.  It hasn’t all been a drought; I’ve had four different people contact me.

Let me say right off the bat that I’m no George Clooney or Brad Pitt.  I’m not fugly, but I’m probably not going to win first prize in any beauty contest, although I was voted as a “Hot Blogger”.  My point is that I’ve been told that I’m attractive, but I don’t often get the cute ones to tell me I’m their type.

I guess that I should be flattered at these four women who took the time out of their busy day to hit me up and tell me they’re interested, but when I peeked at their profiles, I felt sick to my stomach.  The short version is that one was 50 and one 52.  The other two were in their early to mid 40’s and had no picture.  When I inquired about a picture they hemmed and hawed a bit but finally sent pictures.  I told them that fair is fair—if they can see what I look like, I deserved to see what they look like.

I’ve come to realize that 99% of people who have no picture of themselves on a dating profile do so because they know that the majority of people will pass them by.  I get passed up by an overwhelming majority of people, but I still have my pictures up.

There’s a whole lot more than looks when you’re considering someone, but lets be real folks, there has to be some physical attraction or you’ve got nothing.  I eventually received the two pictures and I can honestly say that not only was their zero physical attraction, but that each of them looked like they were in their late 50’s or early 60’s.

If you think I’m being harsh, I’m sorry.  I’m not saying that there was anything wrong with any of these four women, just that I had absolutely no physical attraction to them.  Everyone has someone out there that’s right for them and I hope that these four women find that someone, but I am not that guy!

I’m not sure what it’s like for the chicks, but for a dude it’s rough.  A large number of women on the dating sites are right up front and will tell you that they’re looking for a Sugar Daddy.  I appreciate their candor, but I’m not a Sugar Daddy.  These women put down that they only want to hear from men that make $100,000 or more per year or that that want someone with a PhD.  Sorry ladies, but I don’t make the cut.

I have run across Drama Queen’s school counselor on the site a few times.  She keeps coming up as a match and she’s attractive, but I think that I can safely cross her off my list of possibilities.

A big part of my problem is that I don’t have a ton of game.  It’s not easy for me to just walk up to a woman that I find attractive and start talking with her.  I have never figured out why that is, but its reality.

I think that I would generally be considered a “good catch”.  I’m partially charming, occasionally funny and slightly good-looking.  I’ve lost almost 15 pounds in the last six weeks and I still have a few to go, but I think that I’m more “average” and not “a few extra pounds.”  Maybe I’m a good catch and maybe I’m a douchebag.  Maybe a little of both.

I was chatting earlier in the day with my blogger friend Spuds Crawford and told him I wasn’t sure what I should write about today and he suggested that I write about boobs.  I thought that was a good suggestion.  I like boobs.  In fact, you could say that I’m a huge fan of boobs!

Now that doesn’t mean that huge boobs are the only way to go because that’s not necessarily true.  I’m a fan of big boobs, but I’m also a fan of well-proportioned boobs and of small, nice looking boobs as well.

If you’d like to send me a picture of your boobs I’m willing to take a peek.  If you want feedback I can give you some.  If not, I can just look at the pictures.  It’s your call.

J.R.