Otherwise known as — adventures in online dating!

I had been corresponding with someone quite promising.  He sent me a picture of him, I sent him a picture of me…and then…

He drops the “M” word. 

In fact, he called me a “nice jewish milf” and said, “(oops - did I just say that?)” as if it was cute.  My first, and probably healthiest, reaction was to feel degraded and slightly disgusted.  Then I saw myself starting to make excuses for him:

Well, he seems so great in other ways.  He lives in the neighborhood.  He is a single dad of an eight and a half year old girl; he wrote me this beautiful introductory letter; after the milf comment he goes on to talk about how he is caring for his ailing mother.  How bad could he be?  Don’t be so uptight.  Give him a chance.

But then I think: Wait.  He called me a frickin’ MILF!

I deserve better than that: a man who thinks of me as a sex object before even meeting me - and then has the inability to keep that sentiment to himself.  I deserve better. 

It is pretty funny, though.  But not funny enough for me to go out with him.

Can you say NEXT?