Addiction to online dating sites

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He’d drive himself to chemotherapy, stopping afterward to buy groceries for dinner. When someone was texting with me, I felt wanted, and less lonely.But I learned a lot from my online dating adventure.So, I called George, then a senior majoring in engineering at Cal Berkeley, although he said he was majoring in pinball. I was super stressed out by all the classes and exams, but George calmed me down. Like I was watching someone else interacting with these guys, saying clever things, nodding empathetically. My life became a sick experiment in performance art dating. Last November, I was dating four guys at once: a cowboy, a lawyer, a Tai chi instructor and an architect, plus I was still online.

In 1970, I met my future husband, George Albert Hansen, at a pool party at his parents' house in Walnut Creek, CA. I uploaded my professional photos and the messages start coming in.I answered messages from anyone who seemed interesting and reached out to anyone who had “liked my profile” whose profile I also liked.I was averaging about two dates a day three or four days a week for several months.George was either coding software or he was working on his outrageous home theater system. I realized that online dating was not going to take the place of a real support network.In 2009, when he was diagnosed with metastasized male breast cancer, George told me the cancer had spread, but he’d beat it. I joined the Rotary Club, the local synagogue, a car club and a couple networking groups even though I had nothing to sell. I was addicted to having someone to talk to in the evenings, even if it was just a prelude to a meet-up that never happened.

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