Guys don't drive

For whatever reason guys don't drive. They'll drive 10 miles to get to Fat Burger but they won't drive to get to you. They can get up at 5 AM to surf and drive 15 miles to waves, they'll drive 365 miles to get to Vegas to lose half their salary... but they won't drive 10 miles to get to you. I've gotten at least 3 emails unsolicited from guys that say "you're cute but you live too far away". So I say "why bother to say anything at all?". I drive 30 miles to work every day. I don't complain. I don't say picking up my paycheck is too far. I say "I love where I live and if I like you... I'll get there". Sadly so far I'm too far for the average bear.
LA is a big place with lots of freeways and we can get anywhere. Granted I get I don't want to transfer 3 buses or figure out 5 freeways to get to my guy but if you are worth it... I'll figure it out within reason. Gentlemen... it's a 405, 10, 110, 5, 210, 710... LA has FREEWAYS hence the free and the way to get to the love of your life.. just a car and a charm away.

OKAY So what do you get???

I get people from states too far away or yucky guys to yucky to talk to or too young for me and way too old for my daughter and just too stupid or ugly... you tell me...

I thought about starting from the beginning.. but didn't

So I'm trying to date. I'm 38... which is a death sentence because I'm too old and too young and as a woman apparently that is an issue. If I go to a bar I get 25 year olds who think I'm brilliant and men my age won't speak to me because they are too busy chasing after girls 10 years younger than me.
So I default. I join one of the online dating services... I mean how do people my age find anyone to date?
So there are the winks.. which I decide I am going to treat as if someone winked at me on the street (which doesn't happen) but what if it did??? I would say ewww and ignore it right? So I do and they are all weird and iffy anyway so I"m safe.
And at first I think I'm so cute that I won't email anyone because the emails are going to all pour in... because my fabulousness is going to cry out in my photos... no? NO. So no photos and hideous winks.
And then I think well.... maybe I'm not as cute as I think and the men I get,I get right? Maybe I deserve the man from whereever with the bad clothes standing in front of the BMW at the dealership is my lot. Maybe it is?
But hell no. I'm not signing up for that...did I pay for that? Maybe I did...