Contact, that is, with another man courtesy of the on-line dating thing. Mr Paramedic didn't work out for me, or him it turns out. He text and said he'd rather leave it, even though he thought "long and hard and then some" about it. He didn't quite specify why but he did say he suspected I felt the same.
I replied and agreed. I didn't say there were no sparks for me just that I felt the same. But he was very nice and told me I was "lovely and witty too." That's nice, isn't it?
So, despite my profile being slightly sarcastic now, someone else has contacted me. Apparently he likes the slightly sarcastic tone of my profile. I can't quite figure out what he does but he is in a band part-time. That's kinda cool and groovy. Plus he meets my criteria of not looking old enough to pass for my father. And he admits that he is looking for someone "good looking" and follows this up with "shallow old me." The rest of his profile is all slightly scornful and self-deprecating about the whole on-line dating process which appeals to me immensely.
We've exchanged a couple of emails which have been fun and display the proper amount of punctuation. (Not everyone involved in on-line dating understands the importance of having your profile proof-read and punctuated. This completely mystifies me. I'm also rarely attracted to the men who write their profile ALL IN UPPERCASE AND FORGET ABOUT FULL STOPS)
We both agree that the inner city suburbs are the place to be, although only one of us lives there. (Guess who.) Right now that's where it stands, I will update when/if there is some progress. Fingers crossed, again.