Awhile ago now, I did something I planned on never doing. And it’s your fault. Well, yours and Clint Eastwood’s son.
I don’t have a personal relationship with the younger Eastwood, or, well, any relationship with him. But some time back I was on the internet, as the kids are these days, and I saw a photo of him. Or several. Really it just all blended into one attractive manphoto.
The point being, an encounter with ridiculous prettiness got me thinking. Surely, SURELY all the man pretty isn’t just in Clint Eastwood’s son. Surely there are other men out there that are equally attractive. Surely online dating would give me a bigger net to look at prettier fish.
I don’t know. It was the middle of the afternoon and I was bored.
I wonder (side note) how many people have joined eharmony not because of some grand desire to find their spouse, but because there was nothing good on TV and whether eharmony could start catering to my particular brand of inspiration so I can be matched with similarly lazy and “meh” guys.
At any rate, Clint Eastwood’s son is my excuse for caving into the peer pressure of online dating.
Don’t roll your eyes, peer pressure is a real thing! If you’re single and not proactively working to change this then there is someone telling you that you’re doing it wrong. After all, there’s nothing bad about being single as long as you don’t want to be single. Right?
Bottom line, I was tired of being harangued for months on end. “You gotta try online dating!” “You’re not putting yourself out there!” “You might find someone amazing online!” “Think of the great stories you’ll find by trying online dating!” “You’ll have material for your blog!”
It never occurred to any of these well meaning friends that I wasn’t actively looking or actively interested. But If I get enough people telling me to do something, even if I don’t want to do it, I’ll probably end up doing it, especially in the interest of getting a great story out of it.
Peer pressure doesn’t end in high school, kids.
Plus it all seemed harmless enough. Sign up, check out people, do some research into online dating for the blog. No one’s asking me to get married to one of them.
But at the end of the day the reason I signed up was because Clint Eastwood’s son is pretty and I was afraid I might run out of things to talk about on my blog.
That’s right, I’m blaming you for me signing up for eharmony. You and Clint Eastwood’s son.
I hope you’re pleased with yourself.