This week, a friend asked me if I was going to get back into
online dating, once the Summer of Bluz was history. (I considered engaging in the Fall of Bluz
too, but it makes me sound like the Roman Empire.)
While I don’t rule out online dating, I said I didn’t plan
to jump in again. It’s not that I have
anything against it. On the contrary, I
think it’s a good way to increase the number of contacts one makes, especially
for someone who doesn’t get out much, aside from the daily routine.
There was a time where I thought online dating was a
godsend. Although I worked in a large
office building that housed anywhere from 900 to 1200 employees, very few in my
age group were single, let alone compatible and interesting. Going on Match.com got me out of the house
once in a while, at minimum with someone who was available, interested in
dating, and somewhat compatible (on paper).
Yes, there was a time, and that time was from 2003 to
2006. I am no longer the person I was
then.
It’s true that experience changes you; sometimes for the
good, sometimes for the not so good. For
example, I used to think that I was a nice guy; selfless to a fault.
I no longer dwell under that illusion.
I find that I now have very little interest in doing things
I don’t want to do. Maybe that would
change, given the right motivation, but I doubt it. I know what I like to do, and what I
don’t. Self-awareness is good.
Unfortunately it doesn’t leave me with a lot of material for
a prospective dating profile. Where once
I sold my being a nice, decent, caring guy, who would go overboard with
attention and affection, I now feel more like, “Meh…it depends on what’s on
TV.”
On the bright side, I would no longer reek of desperation.
So what would a more accurate profile look like? Let’s see…
Godless heathen, set in his ways, seeks female for
occasional company.
50-something, goofy-looking bald guy, sports fan and couch
potato, seeks 50-something childless* female to hang out, watch action and
monster movies, dine out, snuggle occasionally and go to ballgames. If you are
a sports fan; I probably like your team’s biggest rival.
*Grown, out-of-the-house children are OK. In another city is better.
Will hold hands if it’s not so hot out, it makes our hands sweaty. Will not be told what to do. Will engage in witty repartee, if not annoyed
by something that happened earlier in the day.
Willing to travel to distant locations.**
** Pittsburgh, parents’ house in Florida.
Can’t work in the yard or on the car; prone to back spasms
and hives. Heart problem is probably
cured. Don’t move my glass or my
pen. You can have the red freeze-pops if
I can have the blue; we can negotiate the rest.
No garlic, multi-syllabic vegetables or cream sauces.
If interested, send me an email. I hate talking on the phone.
What a prize. I’d
have to question the judgment of anyone who would answer.
7 comments:
OK, now THIS might have caught my interest in my futile match.com experiment! We are a perfect match, except for the fact that you live a few states away. And except for that garlic disclaimer--what kind of Italian boy are you? And lord knows you already question my judgment.
Oh yeah, I should have added: "Must live within a 10-block radius, because driving bugs me."
You should just write your profile like you are Chuck Norris.
Well . . . you would get points for honesty, I guess. But you probably wouldn't be getting much else, if ya know what I mean. *wink wink, nod nod*
In college I thought I was a catch. I eventually realized I was a pain in the ass. But I am pretty much never bitchy, I love most sports, and I hate to be smothered/too much attention. Maybe I am a catch! :-)
You should totally do this! And then of course post about it.
Of course you're a catch.
Man, I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to date, with a blog. How can I not tell a date about my blog, which is such a huge part of my life? And then if I tell them, I can't write honestly about the date.
Sounds brutally accurate,except you really are a good guy even if you aren't selflessness...most Guys aren't.
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