My horoscope for the month of August said my life will be filled with flirty fun, and that the Love Boat has not only sailed into my harbor, but anchored for a lengthy stay. While I’m generally skeptical of such predictions, this one certainly seems to be hitting the mark. And it comes not a moment too soon…or should I say, at the right time?

Three eligible bachelors have presented their interest in me, and there’s not a bad one in the lot. Each are employed in a fascinating field, are attractive, and ready to date me! It’s crazy!

Now, I’m not a bad looking woman at all, especially at my age (hey, why not toot my own horn?). I’ve worked hard to preserve what I have, even if it means I still could lose a few pounds. I remain current in world and local events, keep up with the latest slang (thanks, Son!), am an avid listener to indie music, voracious reader and science geek. My mind’s open so it can allow old thoughts to reshape into new opinions.

So finally on one dating app, a potentially nice fellow chatted me up and stirred my interest. We both love many of the same things, especially when it comes to science. We’ve been plagued by horrible work/family schedules, but we finally figured out that this weekend it’ll work.

On another dating app, another fascinating fellow who, coincidently has the same career as Glamour Man, approached me because he thought my profile was entertaining. Fortunately, his offline life is far different than GM’s, and his interests align with mine. We’re planning a date after I return from a long weekend, before the end of this month.

And at my social club, a new prospective member introduced himself to me. This one’s drop-dead GORGEOUS, smart, literate and funny. Eerily, we share almost the same background. Each time either one of us described our past, we shouted out, “So did I!” or “That happened to me, too!” I convinced him to join our club, and he expressed a strong interest in getting to know me better.

Not a bad one in the lot.

Of course, skeptical me had a thought slinking through my brain as I drove to the grocery store. Sure, two of them look good online, and the other one, well, in person. But who are they really? I can’t judge personalities by a handful of words on a profile, nor gauge their inner selves by a glimpse at some photos. One positive thing is that neither of the two online men had pictures of themselves with a fish (or fishing), in a boat, playing golf, at a bar drinking or at a restaurant eating, inside of a car selfie, or bathroom selfie (with a toilet peeking from behind), or a gym selfie. To me, this means they care enough to present a presentable photo that reflects their world and a bit of themselves.

I don’t know if any of these guys are going to work out, or even if there’s genuine mutual interest. From my experience in the 1990s, when dating apps first reared their deceiving heads, I met a lot of men who didn’t make it into my dating calendar. I did have fun looking, though. It put me in the right mindset – that dating should be fun! – and spent many an evening having a great time (some better than others, natch). Before long, I wound up meeting my husband organically, through a mutual friend.

But hell, It’s time I had fun believing in myself. That I’m worthy of attention. That I can share my heart and soul with someone. Be that someone who each of us has been looking for. Why not imagine the impossible is indeed possible, and happiness is an attainable goal?

I’ll let you know what happens. Stay tuned!