There are worse dilemmas

So we all get fed up with online dating and write it off, swearing up and down that "it just doesn't work." How many times have we heard THAT? And yet, the fact remains that THREE of my close friends met their very lovely husbands online, and they're all quite happily married. One of them just celebrated their 5 year anniversary. Tell THEM it just doesn't work.

Which is why, skeptic though I am, I keep going back. Only this time I decided to try something a little different and ventured onto a niche site for a certain interest of mine, rather than swimming among the shirtless, moustached, grammatically challenged masses. And low and behold, online dating is fun again. Sure, it helps that I'm fresh meat, and I'm sure the flood of attention I'm currently receiving will grind to a resounding halt in short order. But for now, I'm enjoying the attention.

In particular, I'm enjoying the attention of one triathlon-competitor with a body like an underwear model and a face like Matthew McConaughy. Does that make me superficial? Maybe. Does it make me grateful for being single for the first time in a long time? Hell yeah. Could the pictures be fake? Or maybe he was a model and they're posed and doctored? Sure. But on the off chance they're not, well, SOMEONE has to date the impossibly good-looking ones. Why not me?

As for the dilemma at hand, it is this: Can a guy be TOO good-looking? If by some crazy fluke he turns out to actually exist and look 1/10th as good as the pictures, and we actually have something to talk about and maybe even like each other, would I be insanely insecure dating someone so hot I find myself strangely tempted to lick my computer screen when his picture's on it? Will I be able to handle the constant ogling from other (read: YOUNGER) women? Will I be able to deal with the inevitable fear of eating, lest I gain an ounce and not measure up to his standards which can only be completely unattainable? Sure, he likes my pictures but let's face it, I AM FORTY AND HAVE HAD CHILDREN! I am many things but perfect is NOT one of them. See? My insecurities are out of control already and so far I'm fairly certain I'm chatting with a 300-pound married man hiding behind pictures of a model. Or am I? Well at least for the moment life is interesting...

Stay tuned.