The Idyllic Yarn

‘I’ve decided to give it a spin the online dating scenario’ said Rita to her friends two years ago. She was one big mess after her spout of failed relationships. Her optimistic nature was on as she scouted for the right guy. She browsed through the details of the men on the sites and there was one constant – the I, me, myself rhetoric. Not wanting to be negative, she gave it a shot.

Male one
Looked like a dish. After chatting online for a while they meet at a coffee shop. Everything goes well until he closes up on the job front. Unemployed, and for a while! Looking at playing house – nope. Not a catch at all. Drop.

Male two
Not a hunk but extremely intelligent, witty, a wiz in business but not yet weaned. Mama’s boy. Drop.

Male Three
Mix of the two and a self-made man. They go out on a couple of dates. He is gay and wants to settle down to please the folks. Drop.

Male Four
Chubby, well connected and extremely wealthy, a connoisseur of practically everything. The air of arrogance too OTT and takes condescending to another level. Drop.

Male Five
Rugged. Suave. Sexy and wow! Brawn and super cool brain too. Charmer par excellence. Everyone eyes her enviously. Work status – stable and going places. No clingy fixation – no weaning required. Intelligent to boot and arm candy. Time to seal the deal. But…something amiss. Drop.

Male Six
Met with all the criteria. Well read. Financially secure. Wanted to take a chance on love. Good in bed. No weaning at all. He proposed, Rita readily accepted. He died a month after the wedding. Rita is now straddled with debts, debts, debts and nothing to her name. The home that she had bought before getting married was also taken away – there were more debts to settle – his debts. She is still paying back…. no time for love, lust, happy ever after… after what?

Any sense in this???

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