You don’t usually go to a social event in your underwear or apply for a job with an empty resume, but quite a lot of people present themselves on dating sites in, effectively, those ways. They are usually just taking a peek at who is available, but they are also presenting themselves publicly without anything […]
Yesterday morning I signed on (again) with Match.com. After I had gone through the painfully lengthy signing on/profile writing/picture uploading procedure, I was already fed up with it and didn’t go any further. In the evening, I thought I would check to see if anyone had looked at my profile. They had. Thirty-eight of them. […]
The Internet, among its many blessings, has given us Meetup.com. For someone like me who wants people to play with, Meetup.com is wonderful. I know someone who has signed on with fifty-two groups. Fifty-two! In fact, I met her today at a meet-up. We were on a five-mile walk. She was wearing four layers of […]
I had thought that trying to see the good in people was a positive trait, but it turns out I’m only seeing the 75% friend and not the 25% enemy. The online dating site OKCupid has many interesting characteristics. It has quizzes to take, questions to answer, and lots of ways to filter profiles. One […]
Recently, I dated a man who approved of me. He didn’t like me, exactly, but he approved. We got along really well. We shared a similar family background and interest in post-secondary education. We were the same age, laughed at the same things, and enjoyed some of the same music. He was delightful company and […]
I never learned how to barter. I never needed to. Nearly everything I have bought was sold for the price on the sticker. Oh, I did learn how to negotiate for cars and houses, but the expectations of the deals were pretty clear to all concerned. There was no real need for posturing or threatening to […]
A woman recently mentioned to me that she had a copy of the Beatles’ white album in mint condition. I speculated that it was probably worth a lot of money now. It took only forty years for the Beatles’ white album to change its meaning from being a symbol of revolution to being an investment; […]
Today, I checked my workplace email and yelled “Oh no!” very loudly; my neighbours upstairs probably heard me. My work-related email, that I had deliberately kept free of personal mail, now included an email from Isaac. This is a circumstance as unwelcome and unexpected as spilling red wine on a white blouse during a first […]
I’m easy to talk to. I like to find out about people, what makes them tick. I am quite good at asking open-ended questions that encourage descriptive answers. These, I think, are good characteristics. What I am finding, though, is that after a “first date” with someone, he nearly always thinks that we have bonded because the conversation […]
In an email with only occasional punctuation, but with frequent capitalization, came this: “I am self employed Engineer,Studied the course Metro-Chemical Engineering with a Degree.” Metro-chemical engineering must be for men of ambiguous sexuality who have excellent fashion sense. I’m picturing David Beckham in Fort McMurray. Or, maybe metro-chemical engineering is for studying the fumes in the Paris transit system.
We met for the first date lunch at a truck stop on Highway 2. When we met, I almost didn’t recognise him because he looked about ten years older than his dating site profile picture. How long did he think it would take me to figure that out? Over lunch, we exchanged some basic information; where we […]
We had agreed to meet at a small lunch cafe, and when I arrived he was already seated inside, eating his lunch. “It smelled so good, I couldn’t wait,” he said. After I got my lunch we chatted about who we were and where we came from. After lunch we stepped outside. He took me […]
Conversation after a long “get to know you” walk: He: You don’t always agree with everything I say. That’s refreshing. Me: Surely other people in your life disagree with you sometimes. What about the people you work with? He: No. They don’t argue. Me: Why not? He: Because I’m the boss. Me: Do the people […]
I just got an email from a man who said he worked in the “arrow space” industry for 30 years. That must be inside the quiver, I guess.
Snowbird of Paradise 