Happy New Year! You're Still Single...Yay

Based on the high level of traffic suddenly experienced from that online dating site my idiotic friends signed me up for, I'm guessing the silly season (holidays) brings out the loneliness among the single set. I get it. Not only was my little girl away for New Year's, but my family are also all in another city on the other side of Texas. Yes, I talked to my brother and mom. I talked to my baby girl several times. My grandparents have all passed now, so I also missed the traditions they used to uphold. I ventured onto Facebook. My friends, aunts, uncles and cousins were all celebrating with their huge families. I felt like a pathetic Nora Ephron character, the one single sheep in a herd of happily marrieds.
     As apparently did every Tom, Dick and Harry on Match.com. When I finally glanced at my email the usual number of daily messages had quadrupled. So many it wasn’t even worth trying to click the “No Thanks” link in them. And the level of desperation was evident. At least 50% of the messages had come from someone old enough to be my dad or young enough to be my son. A lot of the messages came from cities and states near and far. Apparently the bar had been lowered for everyone that day, because female and breathing appeared to be good enough to merit a message. Delete. Delete. Delete. Oops, didn’t mean to click “View Profile.” Now they’ll all think I’ve been online searching like them. Great. Delete. Oh, he’s cute…and half my age. Delete.
I plugged my dying smart phone into the charger and went back to writing. (My resolution is to be more consistent with that.)
     Note to self: all meet requests should be ignored on New Year's Day, which is apparently the online dating equivalent of serious beer goggles.