Today was an all new high/low of online dating weirdness. First, my history of online dating so far.
I’ve met a person enthralled with her writing. I loved talking to her about it. I enjoyed hanging out with her. She met someone else but said we could be writing buddies, and I was okay with that.
Another time I started talks with a smoking hot international model. Who was in London to look for work. But got stranded due to a ticket issue. And wouldn’t be able to go on a date until she found a ticket back to the states. And she needed $850 from me to help her because all her financial information was wiped out. I figured on this one I was either getting a date with an international model or I was getting a good story. Well either way I was getting a good story.
I’ve met funeral home workers, teachers (a lot of teachers), entrepreneurs, nannies (favorite was a Brazilian aue pair), and many other professions. But tonight took the cake, and I’m a little torn on how to go about this.
I messaged someone. She was a blue, which means perfect match. She’s attractive, creative, looked fun, so I thought, heck yes, let’s do this. I expected no response. Out of ten messages sent out, I might get one back. We have three phases of Q&A before the open discussion. I rarely get past phase one. I’ve gotten to open discussion maybe five times in around seven months. You have the option to skip to open discussion, and though I’d prefer this, people seem to like the safety of that predestined net.
So this someone I messaged wanted to talk straight with me. I thought, “This is fantastic!” We skipped all the fluff and just got straight to…. And then I read what she wrote. She was my prom date junior year of high school. It was awkward. We were set up by a mutual friend just trying to make sure everyone had a date. She was cute, don’t get me wrong, but mostly we just hung out with our other friends. She was a grade older than me. Through really awkward moments later, I was entirely written off, though at the time I didn’t care. I hadn’t given her a second thought. Now here she is. A blue match. Not only a blue match, but everything about her I would consider attractive.
My mind reeled. I’m a writer. This ends like a fairy tale. My prom date over ten years ago accidentally meets me on a dating site which says we’re perfect for each other? This is a sign. This is destiny. Obviously the script has been written. We step into this slowly, estranged at first, but with time we realize what we could have had that decade ago, all these wasted years and dates, and the stars align just right! How could this possibly go wrong? I will start conversation, it will be slow, but it will lead to something…. Oh, she messaged me.
“Good luck on eHarmony.”
What!? The fates conspire! They plot against me and my heart! This was the perfect story. The manuscript could not be more perfect. The heartbreak could not be more apparent. More feigned heartbreak just to make the moment right, and more towards the fact a perfect moment was allowed to spoil like this. Or is it?
So she asked how I’m doing after pointing out we were prom dates. I told her and asked how her art was. She said well, good luck on eHarmony. Is this a dead duck? Was I shot down? Or is this playing hard to get? Do I reach out? I have no idea what to do on this. Any suggestion on women would be great. Did I shoot myself in the foot ten years ago, an immature child incapable of comprehending what he had? Maybe more unsure. I’m just being overly dramatic. Anyway, is this something to go after, or do I just move on to the other unresponsive singles?