Day Sixteen-On a Slightly Serious Note

I find that I get a little worn down and even a bit sad every time that I meet up with someone really wonderful......who also happens to somehow not be the wonderful for me in particular.  It's almost like a wee, mini break-up each time.  Especially doing the online thing.  By the time that you meet in person, you've already emailed for a while (or longer), possibly spoken on the phone, and now have a certain amount of excited anticipation that this person might be SOMEONE SPECIAL.  And, of course, they are someone special, just not the someone special for you. It's like playing the board game Sorry...now you've been sent back to the starting block once again and the odds are pretty good that you'll be back there yet again, but you need to not carry that with you into the future.
I guess that's the difference between dating to find someone and dating for sport.  There are a LOT of sport daters online.  The good ones are upfront about being catch and release sport daters...the other ones pretend that they could possibly be looking for a relationship but have been on the website for 4 years now (you can tell because they haven't bothered updating their profile and it refers to "recently" starting something in 2007).
I'm not even good at dating more than one person at a time (the general basis for the activity of dating as opposed to being in a relationship).  In fact, I think I might possibly be on the list of Top Ten Inept Daters.  I give out way too much information, can't play the cat and mouse game, and am totally accessible and open...everything that every dating book tells you not to be.  I guess it's no wonder that I'm still single huh?
Funny thing is that lately I've actually met a few really great guys online (the oddball stories still far outweigh the positive ones, but the positive ones have been really good).  Unfortunately, other factors precluded these few great guys from becoming anything more than platonic friends and of course, no one joins a dating site to make a friend (well...except for those guys looking for a friend with benefits which doesn't quite constitute an actual friend).  In fact, it's happened so frequently lately that, as I often do, I'm taking it as some sort of sign.  And being as inept a sign interpreter as I am a dater, I have absolutely no idea what it all means, but I'm pretty sure there's a message in there somewhere.  At least, I think so........