old school meets new school.

"good morning beautiful". that's what the text message read every single morning. 7 days a week. "ok" i said to myself. "he's trying to be all nice, a gentleman, but trying too hard"- i thought again. *sigh* any woman would love a 24/7 compliment, why am i complaining? well, here's the story of a lovely lady (me) and a man named franky.

so i "met" franky on one of these online dating websites. i only kept a profile but never actually talked to people. he sent his yahoo info so we started chatting on the messenger. then gave me his number and that's when the texting frenzy began. franky was a tall, handsome man, in his early 40s. had been married before and had a bus full of kids. he even had grandchildren, but that doesn't make him not "dateable". i was willing. but was turned off after the first "conversation".

"i don't think i'm handsome enough"- that was the first thing that came out of his "fingers". me-trying to be the encourager, all nice and sweet (not all the time) replied back with all sorts of compliments and words of support. but this never ended. every other conversation was-"im too fat", "im too tall", "im not worthy", and honestly, it was getting old. i can understand this from most women, that have suffered from low self-esteem for years, but from a grown man? baby no. time to end this. or time to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. i chose the latter.

i went on and tried to "train" franky. he needed to learn and understand that the way he viewed himself was the way others would view him as well. even if he would seemed receptive to the "advice", he would continue every now and then with the sad, depressed texts. and i wasn't trying to be no dr.phil. and this was a case that definitely needed some professional attention. (we all do sometimes)

eventually i stopped responding to his texts. maybe the fact that we came from different backgrounds, lifestyles and even generations, was a huge deterrent to the growth of our friendship. let alone something more. his old school ways in no way were going to match to my new school thinking.

now franky lives in my cell phone memory. hopefully he found what he was looking for.