I am starting to feel frustrated. In fact, frustrated may be an understatement. I'm starting to get really disappointed with my online prospects. JDate is turning out to be more of a place for late night encounters than possible love interests and I'm really discouraged with a number of guys- well actually, almost 100% of the men I talk to online.

Last week I told you about Texty McTexterson, who was texting me incessantly about how he couldn't handle women any more, and you all know about the wolf man, and George Costanza. Hoping my online situation will improve, I continue to persevere, wanting to justify why I continue to remain out there in the dangerous world of online dating. Well I haven't. I have no reason to justify anything I do, especially online dating. It's just another way to be rejected by good looking guys, (who are obviously fools) and stalked by creepers. Sorry Jdate, I know this wasn't your original intention, but just like all mistakes in history - they tend to start with the best of intentions.

To be honest, the real world is not much better either. Bizarre situations and encounters with the opposite sex remind me of that on a regular basis. Example: last night I was out with my sexy lady friends, Natasha, Yarden and Sharon, who is Natasha's best friend visiting from Israel. We went out for a night out on the town, and wound up at a fabulous bar in the heart of downtown.

While standing at the bar asking for drink recommendations from the bartender, Sharon turns to me with a puzzled look. "Where did this peanut came from?"

I look at her and see she is holding a nut. Huh. I tell her I'm not sure where it came from and shrug it off. Just as I turn back to my drink a barrage of nuts comes flying our direction.  "What the hell?" I scream.

I ask the bartender if he has any idea where the nut storm is coming from. He shrugs his shoulders and says that it might possibly be from the other end of the bar where two guys are sitting - but they're speaking with each other and don't even look in our direction.

About a minute later, one of the guys steps up to Natasha and Yarden. He is slobbering some smooth pick up line all over them and apologizing for his friend 'throwing nuts.'  I roll my eyes at Sharon as the other guy approaches us.

"Let me just apologize for my friend and his immature way of getting your attention." He drunkenly tells us.

(Ah nuts throwing nuts.)

"Oh, so you're the Casanovas vying for our attention." I snap back. "Why in the world would you think throwing nuts at us would be a good pick up routine?"

"Well it is barbaric," he hiccups. "Almost cavemen like!"

"Oh yeah, cavemen, that's attractive."

He gives me a slimy smile. "You know, back in those days, what would have happened is that I would have thrown a peanut in your direction, and then I would DRAG you by your beautiful hair (he proceeds to stick his hand in my hair) and I'd pull you back to my cave and make you have grandbabies with me!"

I push him away.  "GRANDBABIES? Grandbabies? Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?"

"Wait! I mean regular babies. We would have regular babies." He corrects.

"You know that sounds charming and all, but there's a reason the cavemen aren't around anymore." I inform him.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

"The cavewomen would kill the men in their sleep after pulling a move like that."

He jumps back from me and I grab Sharon to walk away, and he puts his hands ALL OVER HER!

I block him from her and tell him hands off, to which he replies, "Hands on!" We march off in a complete fury and he yells after us," Maybe later you can come back and throw your nuts at us!"

"I can think of some other things, heavier things we could throw." I yell back to him.

I mean the nerve of some guys. I don't care how drunk you are there is never an excuse to be a complete jerk like that.

We all had a great night after our interaction with real life cavemen, and I told myself....it doesn't matter when, where, or how you meet men, right now it feels like they are all creepy and it's a dangerous world out there for a girl like me trying to find a man.