"With online dating, everyone's so preoccupied with how good you are "on paper", which means very little. An algorithm can predict whether you'll get along well enough to hold a conversation, but it can't predict whether you'll like each other, so people get frustrated. Those match percentages and pre-date emails create an expectation that's often impossible to live up to. That algorithm ensures you won't want to slit each other's throats (usually), but you can't guarantee that shared political beliefs or a preference about your favorite cereal will create a spark."
I'm not certain about all this. Internet dating.....I dated a bunch of people, then I stopped and met someone in the real world who wasn't staring at her phone (she had a crappy phone). Once I did meet someone here and we dated for about a year, but she was from the midwest, and she was very nice and pretty and all, but people from the midwest are just so midwestern.
So I'll try this internet dating one last time. Did you hear me Internet-last chance.
It's all projection and often disappointment. Yet we beat on ceaselessly...
I'm supposed to talk about myself-how I'm open and adventurous, or things like that. But I'm not certain that my perspective on myself is accurate....doesn't anyone read Freud anymore....we are mysteries to ourselves most of all. You need to ask someone else about me. Maybe that isn't feasible. Probably not. Scratch that idea- they will only say grandiose things, and then I will disappoint you. Or your projections....the idealizations we project onto each other.....I don't know if I can live up to them.
I'm actually ok, regardless of your projections, and if you don't say you love me on the first date, that is totally cool. I mean, don't feel compelled to say that. No, really, though...don't say that on the first date. Seriously. Just tell me about your dog.
Tell me-why do so many women seem to have dogs? A boyfriend is more complicated, but worth the effort. That is true of me. I don't mind if you have a dog, but at some point you may have to choose which one you love more....you know...if there is a fire and you can only take one thing, and both me and your dog are unconscious from the smoke. Assume you could lift me. Would you take the dog, or would you take me? It's a tough choice and a terrible predicament, but it's part of a romantic comedy with a tragic ending that I am writing, and I don't know how to end it.
I play the mandolin, I like a good debate, I can be a smart ass but I'm really a caring person.....really. I'm a part time lawyer and musician. Do I contradict myself? I contain multitudes.
I am 50 in real life and am shocked by this fact, because I am nothing like my 50 year old friends. Dammit, now I am 51.I don't know what my profile says. I lost my birth certificate in the great storms. We lost so much...so much.
I have no pictures of myself hiking, or overlooking Machu Picchu. I'm sorry. I know it is practically mandatory, but I won't, e.g. hike in the rain. I will draw you a warm bath for you when you return. I stopped skiing when I realized that it hurt when I fell. It does hurt-it's like falling onto the sidewalk. I've stopped doing that too, so let's not do that as part of our first date.
I have no tattoos. Or, as someone once said, they are on my organs. There is a double dragon on my pancreas, but you will likely never see it.
If you have tattoos, I can live with that, although it is not Biblical, and since God talks to me (and only me) I know that my interpretation of the Bible is right.
No, that is completely untrue....I really dislike the Bible. But it does forbid tattoos. Useless knowledge....I have tons of that.