I don’t have much longer until my match.com subscription expires and I am undecided whether or not to renew it. My revamped profile elicited a new wave of winks and emails and I have honestly had so many to sort through I spent an hour a couple of nights last week managing them all. It takes time to log into a fake profile, look at 15 pictures where only 2 of them really show what somebody looks like, decide if they are a douche bag or not, log out, and then log back into my own profile to respond! Anybody else who has ever participated in online dating has experienced this annoyance to which I am referring. What is it with men being so clueless about what kind of pictures to post on a profile? Does a picture of you zip lining 50 feet away from the camera really help me determine what you look like? And snowboarding gear-really? That could be a picture of my brother for all I know. But back to my dilemma! It really is a curious phenomenon that just a few paragraphs could have such an impact on my maction, particularly since everybody tells me that men are just looking at the pictures (and mine are all the same). Based on the recommendations from the book referenced in my previous post, I also made the decision to downgrade my body type (or maybe upgrade?) from “slender” to “about average.” The descriptions are so subjective, better for somebody to be pleasantly surprised as opposed to shocked at the T&A I am sporting.
So the most interesting aspect of this experiment is the TYPE of men I have been “attracting” with my Blondie 2.0 profile. These men are overwhelmingly employed in “service” occupations; a Pediatric ICU nurse, a cop, a firefighter. Gone are the lawyers and accountants of my beta test profile. So far, it appears that the education factor seems to have an inverse relationship with the sweetness factor. I have been chatting with Nursy McTenderHeart and Babyface McCopster. Both come across as simple in their emails, but genuinely interested in getting to know me. Neither have boasted about their exotic vacation plans or tried to impress me with quick witted commentary about international politics. They are relatable and down to earth which is a good start for this blue collar heart!
I am also thrilled to report that I had the pleasure of going out on a proper date this weekend! Cutie McManners hit me up with an email about a week ago and we had been exchanging messages for a few days. I would say our connection over email was probably the best I have ever experienced on match. Over the phone it was even better as we bonded over our mutual love of Jersey Shore (he might just be my dream guy!). He was funny, charming and interesting. Though an engineer by day, by night he is a down to earth, Texas born guy with an all American, borderline “bad boy” look. I gave him my phone number and he actually CALLED. Did you see that folks? He CALLED. Not texted. The day I gave him my number in fact! I am still in shock. He called me two days after our first conversation and said he would “like to take me out.” The significance of this phrase should not be overlooked. He did not say “we should hang out,” or “call me if you want to grab a drink.” He actually picked out the restaurant (and made a reservation); we met on Saturday at 7. He waited outside the restaurant for me to get there (nobody has ever done that for me before-bonus!). It was a very pleasant evening and we had a great conversation-I would say we “clicked.” I really enjoyed spending a few hours with this guy. I would not say it was magically sparkly, but definitely intriguing. He was a perfect gentleman and even snuck in a few subtle compliments which of course I loved. So our date ended with a hug and him saying “I’ll see you soon.” I was really unsure how to take this, as all the educational literature would suggest I am not likely to hear from him if he didn’t explicitly state as such. But with my new attitude I refuse to worry/analyze/obsess. Instead I just logged back in and responded to my waiting emails. And wouldn’t you know it, Cutie McManners texted me today! No date invitation yet, but perhaps this is a good sign? At least I know I am on his mind. Final Vote: Stud
Even with the influx of new potential dates, I remain hesitant to renew my match.com subscription. Deep down in my vajayjay I can’t honestly say I believe that this is the medium through which I will meet somebody special. Perhaps this attitude is a self fulfilling prophecy? But I sure do have to weed through a LOT of Douchey McDuds to find the decent men. I mentioned to Redhead McLameSayings, that I thought I may not continue the maction and her reaction was a bit discouraging, “well WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?” as if my singledom was some disease and I had decided to stop taking my meds. Her words of encouragement? Try eharmony.
