Dating Sites Scam. Very Scary!

Somebody put me in a dating site.  Hinges?  Weird romance thing.    I've never in my life used a dating site.  I like the ambience of leaving things to fate.   Besides,  I'm a walking, breathing poster child for scams and identity thefts.  If anyone has ever been a victim of stalking either physically or online they will understand why I will not do a dating site.  

The second reason I would never ever do a dating site is being over fifty, all of us are "high mileage".  Lol.  Most of the men that have asked me out or shown any interest were mainly interested in sex.  When that subject comes up by the second conversation or so and we haven't even actually "hung out" as my girls calI it, I tend to wonder if it is like a habit to go around and have casual sex.  I mean I do like sex. I LOVE it  actually.  I won't  apologize for that either and I'm very comfortable with my sexuality.   It just seems that life is a little more precious and so is my time.  Why not hang out and do stuff together?  Maybe you wouldn't even like to sleep with me. Why not when you meet someone instead of just automatically asking them about sexual things, see how much of your authentic self you can really be around them.  If you can be your authentic self around someone you tend to have better sex.  I don't want to just randomly share myself with someone because they show me a little attention.

I think this would spare us both the moment of "OMG what was I thinking", or the experience of a lousy partner.  Also I think that men and women can be very good friends without having a sexual relationship at all.  I think "hanging out" is a good precursor.

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