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| Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay |
Let's take a break from the impending end of the world and examine something much lighter: My attempt at dating.
As a 62-year-old divorced lesbian, I know the odds of pairing up at this juncture aren't great. But hope stings eternal, and in a weak moment I found myself researching lesbian dating sites.
I settled on one called Pink Cupid. In the week that I've been on there, it's become abundantly clear that I didn't do enough research.
Oh, I receive a daily stream of likes and messages, so I should be in dyke heaven, right? Wrong. The folks trying to strike up a connection are frauds. The profiles are fake. Once in a while a real lesbian breaks through, but that's rare. It's a deluge of deceit.
The stilted language in messages, the way the photos and listed ages don't match, and the fact that some photos reappear as a different person are some of the hints that these profiles are pure fiction.
Also, I've twice seen an image of Sue Bird.
The scammers, likely male, assume that I want a younger woman, so they offer up gals from 25 to 55. The women are all attractive to gorgeous. And some of them are so well-endowed they make Bryon Noem look flat.
Thanks to the multitudinous attempts to swindle me, Pink Cupid has been an unhappy experiment. Now I know I'm gonna be all alone in that bomb shelter.






