the long overdue online dating report
In the beginning there was kilt guy and turkish guy. After arranging a date with me, turkish guy canceled the date claiming he had a last minute business trip. I suggested he reschedule when he returns and never heard from him again (although I saw that he checked out my profile again more than a week later).
I exchanged several very polite emails with kilt guy mostly comparing reading material. When it seemed like we were in danger of getting stuck in an email rut I suggested meeting. So we spent a very polite hour sipping sangria and talking about movies. And then we politely went our separate ways.
Bachelor number three has a particularly witty personal statement and, I must say, he gives good email. He should. He's a writer. At one point he was slow to respond to an email and he earned the moniker "coma boy." As it turns out, an apt nickname. On the advice of more experienced online daters I have stopped taking coma boy's calls.
Then there's the guy who asked for my number so we could arrange a date and, because I still haven't figured out his nickname, no number. I'll have to come back to that one later.
Finally, there was Mr. Spellcheck. He misspelled something (I don't recall what) in his profile and two of my friends insisted I shouldn't meet him, but he has nice eyes. We met tonight for a drink and I will not be surprised if he has a ring in hand the next time I see him. After twenty minutes of small talk he was sure we would spend the holidays together, and he talked about our future. Sure, he threw in disclaimers "if things work" and such, but Oh My God. I'm not sure what to do with him, but I do need to figure out a better way to manage that sort of thing if I keep going with this experiment.
In other news, I have new pictures posted, thanks to scowlingkitten. They are a bit hoochy for me, but I am getting more attention.
I exchanged several very polite emails with kilt guy mostly comparing reading material. When it seemed like we were in danger of getting stuck in an email rut I suggested meeting. So we spent a very polite hour sipping sangria and talking about movies. And then we politely went our separate ways.
Bachelor number three has a particularly witty personal statement and, I must say, he gives good email. He should. He's a writer. At one point he was slow to respond to an email and he earned the moniker "coma boy." As it turns out, an apt nickname. On the advice of more experienced online daters I have stopped taking coma boy's calls.
Then there's the guy who asked for my number so we could arrange a date and, because I still haven't figured out his nickname, no number. I'll have to come back to that one later.
Finally, there was Mr. Spellcheck. He misspelled something (I don't recall what) in his profile and two of my friends insisted I shouldn't meet him, but he has nice eyes. We met tonight for a drink and I will not be surprised if he has a ring in hand the next time I see him. After twenty minutes of small talk he was sure we would spend the holidays together, and he talked about our future. Sure, he threw in disclaimers "if things work" and such, but Oh My God. I'm not sure what to do with him, but I do need to figure out a better way to manage that sort of thing if I keep going with this experiment.
In other news, I have new pictures posted, thanks to scowlingkitten. They are a bit hoochy for me, but I am getting more attention.