My brother met his wife on an internet dating site (and I heart her). I have countless family friends that have met their spouses on the internet. I have several close friends who are currently dating someone who they met online (and they are C.U.T.E.).

And I have a fellow blogger friend who openly discusses her trials and tribulations of the online-dating world.

From the outside, I am a huge proponent of internet dating. The reason some of my ex-single friends found boy toys online? MY urging for them try it out!

“It’s really hard to meet people these days” I tell them.
“You know you aren’t going to meet the man/woman of your dreams at the bar”
“It is so not a loser thing to do anymore- soo many people I know met their boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife online”
“Just TRY it”

And on and on I go.

Oh. My. God. I sound JUST like my mother!

For the past few months, my mom has been urging me on a bi-weekly basis about internet dating. Each time, citing new friends of hers who agree that “it’s the thing to do”

Since when do 50 year old women know more about the “it things” than me?! Last time I checked the “it” thing to do was layer different patterns for a more textured look. But then again, what do I know?

Each time she brings it up, “Sarah’s son met the cutest girl online- just go on, just try it out!” I immediately cut her off with “I know, I know. Mom. I knooooow”

I pass this info on to my friends, convincing them it’s a good idea, cheering them on in their success. Rubbing it in when they meet someone date-worthy with “See I told you so!” (The phrase everyone loooves to hear) Yet I can’t bring myself to sign up.

Usually, I’m a huge advocate of the whole “practice what you preach” but for some reason, my mantra on this is “do as I say, not as I do”

What gives? Why can’t I follow my own advice? Maybe a part of me deep down is not satisfied with meeting someone this way, perhaps I’m still hoping for my very own prince charming on his white horse (or in his Converse sneaks- either one) to come whisk me away to Never-Never Land (wrong fairy-tale I know).

Maybe it’s because I get legitimately creeped out every time a rando pokes me on Facebook that I can’t imagine that something along this line is how I could meet a future boyfriend?

I have never been one to be desperate to meet a man (I have other things on my mind besides the white picket fence house in the suburbs thing, thank-you-very-much) and maybe a part of me feels this is an act of desperation?

Or maybe It’s just that I don’t want to admit that my mother is right?

So dear readers- I’m turning to you- not to get all psychoanalytical- but, I’m getting psychoanalytical. Am I looney? Should I try it? What have your experiences been? What are your best places to meet the men? Any secrets to let out of the bag?

Should I just agree that mother knows best (again) and sign up?

Until then, I’ll continue waiting twiddling my thumbs (all while standing up straight of course! Confidence is key after-all).