Boredom Strikes

It's been about a month, and I've been remiss in writing. In my spare time I've been talking with men from different singles sites. It's like some weird addiction and leech all at the same time. I still hold my stance that singles sites aren't the best way to meet someone, but it has been a nice distraction. But a distraction is primarily all it is.
Most of the guys that I have been talking to live in other states, and I'm not willing to relocate. Though it has been nice getting to know them, it's difficult to take it seriously. What really gets me is learning more about some of these men, and being surprised that there truly are good men out there. There are two that live in other states that have really stuck out.
The first of which is a gentleman in Baton Rouge who I really hit it off with on our initial conversation, so much so that we stayed up chatting until seven in the morning. He's a few years older than me, has an easy laugh, and sincere personality. He was extremely respectful and flattering during our hours long conversation, and it was amazing. Then I found out more. It turns out that he is a single father, in an interesting situation. His daughter lives in another state, but not with her birth mother. Her birth mother abandoned them three days after she was born and has never been heard from again. He raised his daughter by himself, and with the help of a good friend that he eventually got into a relationship with, who became the only mother his daughter has ever known. Even though they broke up years ago, he recently decided that the best thing for his daughter's future was to move her out of the dangerous area of Baton Rouge, and put her in a good school in another state with the mother that loves her. Though he misses her and visits her often, it's a sacrifice that he has lovingly done for his daughter until he has the ability to move with her. To hear him speak of his child with so much love and as a sacred child as opposed to a burden and object as many single dads do, well, it touched my heart.
The other gentleman currently lives in Texas, though he has lived in many states due to having been in the army. We struck up a conversation, and I asked him about a few things on his profile, primarily how he is 41 years old and already retired from the military. He gave me some sort of bland answer, and I just let it pass by. On our first actual phone call, within the first few minutes, he had something to tell me. He had an urgency about it that I didn't completely understand, though I could tell he was really nervous about it. He asked me if I was sitting down, and so I sat. He then told me a story that somewhat startled me because it was so unexpected. It turns out that six years ago he had been in a bad motorcycle accident, and while he survived it, he lost both his legs, one just above the kneecap, the other just below. I listened to his story, and felt for him. He was so nervous having to expose himself this way. Only someone that has to open up her deepest secrets every time she dates someone would understand. It's a hard scary thing to do - put yourself out there to be judged for something you are not in control of, but is yet a part of you that will never go away, every time you have an interest in someone. After hearing his story, I asked him how he was. He seemed a little surprised that my response was so simple. I asked him how he gets along now, and about the logistics that work for him. And then I explained something: I had a friend in high school that had also gotten into an accident, and had also lost both her legs. She is so spunky and sassy, that she purposely wears shorts with her titanium prosthetic stilts, just to show off that she is unique. I always thought  that she was so cool. She took something that would destroy many, and put it right out there. I asked him what types of responses he's had from women after telling them his story, and he then made me cry. Most of the women he has told have either told him they were no longer interested, or immediately backed out of talking to him, or have even hung up on him. People are so cruel.
I probably will never meet either of these gentlemen in person, and many would think that it is ridiculous to continue talking to them, but it doesn't feel that way to me. I'm still talking with men in town, and have no expectations of these situations. If anything, I feel a little guilt that I'm not serious due primarily to the distance, but it has really helped to meet and get to know them both. There are good men out there. There are also other human beings that need to be treated as the worthwhile people that they are.