Don’t you think? We all look forward to that fortune cookie being presented to us. Perhaps it’s the whole “surprise” dynamic. All hoping to find a fabulous fortune inside. But the truth is, there’s no guarantee on the “fabulous-ness” of that fortune. You never know what you’ll find. And no matter what we do find…we still reach for that next fortune cookie!

Yes, dating has been feeling a bit like a fortune cookie to me lately. Yes, I would like to find that “fabulous” fortune. So yes, I keep reaching out. And I always try to be enthusiastic when I see that fortune cookie headed my way…and that’s the attitude I am trying to have with each new profile that stirs interest in me, enough to “swipe right”. I’m hopeful to get to open that fortune cookie and learn about my new potential date’s “fabulous-ness”.

Lately…I’m not even getting to “peek” at that fortune.

Three different men I have recently opened communications with. All at about the same time. This should have been fun and exciting, but it went by in a blur and I am still shaking my head.

The First, we’ll call him “Cookie One” . He had an energetic appearing profile. With pictures of him out and about (I was thinking pre-Covid), dressed sharp, hanging with friends and looking like he and his friends were having a wonderful time. His profile outlined his interest in healthy living, loving family and friends and music. It was well written.

“Cookie Two” (I hope that doesn’t sound rude…I’m trying to be “cute” here) had a profile very focused around music. The picture created a feel of high energy and a love for his craft…yes, a musician.

“Cookie Three” had the most diverse profile. Though much older than the other two, his profile certainly portrayed someone as energetic as anyone decades his junior. Skiing, scuba diving, tennis…pilot and plane owner. And a self-proclaimed comedian.

All three were instant matches. I sent short first “hello” messages and thanked them all for the mutual “swipe right”. It wasn’t too long before I heard back from them all.

“Cookie One” took an approach I had never encountered better. He immediately invited me to bring a girlfriend and join him for music, dancing and drinks at his friend’s club. It’s COVID I’m thinking…Dancing?????? Momentarily I had even forgotten he had asked me to bring a friend. He explained to me that his friend had designed his place in such a way that each “party” stayed in their own barriered area. Slick I thought. But still??? I thanked him for the invitation. He said it was open to me anytime. And that was it. That was the end of our corresponding. Never heard another word. Hmmm? Nope…did not get to open that cookie and view the fortune. Still a secret.

“Cookie Two” and I both expressed a concern when we learned that we were actually two hours away from each other. But discussed continuing to chat and to get to know each other. Our first real “get to know each other” messaging session was based around our mutual love for music and performing. His enthusiasm, made me a little enthusiastic about getting to know him. It felt like I could see a corner of the fortune sticking out of the cookie. With our second exchange, he went straight to supplying his telephone number for me to call him. He said he wanted to hear my voice. I, as you know, (if you have read my previous posts) do not rush to give out my number. But I am open to calling or video chatting through the site. So, I was thinking it would be even better if we video chatted. Face and voice at the same time. That IS even better, right?! I asked if he would be open to that. I never heard from him again. Really? Maybe he wasn’t the man in the pictures. I guess I’ll never know. No reading that fortune.

“Cookie Three”, I can’t even find the right words to paint the “picture” of this man. He has sent me three messages, that read like riddles. I kid you not! He gives himself nicknames and imaginary businesses and imaginery political roles. I have NO idea WHAT he is relaying with these cryptic messages. I write this while shaking my head and my mouth hanging a bit open…grasping at nothing that comes close to describing him. I can’t even bring myself to respond to his last message. Honestly, I’d prefer to send this cookie back to the kitchen.

Wishing you all good fortune. Until next week…Adrienne