I know, it's hard to believe.
Well, it all started about 40 years ago when I was a young girl and asked my mother why all these strange boys were bothering me in school and in the neighborhood. Why did it seem that they always wanted to sit next to me and taunt me? I remember her looking at me squarely in the eye and saying "Sweetie, you are probably a weirdo magnet. Now, just be nice to them." Little did she know...?
So, there you have it. I can only assume I have some sort of subliminal "blinking light" sending out invites to every strange person within 50 miles to come talk to me...sit next to me or even worse, contact me on a dating site. Gawd, why me?
Well, after much thought and constant comments from my friends that I need to write a book about my dating "adventures", I decided it would be easier to share my "weirdo magnet" stories online. Eight years of on and off dating on Match.com have produced volumes of hysterical, bizarre and interesting stories about the males (and some females) that contact me on that site to meet. Fortunately, for me, I have never met most of these people and my finger usually hits the delete key rather quickly.
I am convinced that it's all payback for all those bad things I did in my previous life = Penance.
TGIF.
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