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After cramming two dates into one night, I knew that I would enjoy Match.
Now I know I’m not a hot piece of ass with model good looks, but I think I picked some good pictures of myself. I know I wrote a clever profile that raises a little intrigue. But I also learned that girls get bombarded with emails from guys as soon as their picture goes up. So if you don’t do something to get their attention early, your profile and email will get buried in a sea of hopeless fools. Some are just “trying it out” and don’t know how to react to so many guys writing them; some like the attention, others wish they could have their money back.
Every time I saw a girl I wanted to talk to, I sent her a note to get her attention and show that I actually read her profile. Over a seven month period I probably wrote to more than 100 singles. Did all of them write back? Hell no. But I was batting about 0.783, and to quote the kid that failed English, “that ain’t not bad.” Suggest swapping numbers, chat for a few one night and agree to meet somewhere. The few girls who didn’t play along were probably not that interested in meeting a cool guy in the first place.
I quickly noticed the “type” of girls who were looking to date: good job, yet work all the time (teacher, medical field, grad student, professional). All were very devoted to this part of their life… maybe too much so, because it never gave them a chance to meet single people their age. And in dating them, I could tell that it would be hard for them to make time for another person they so deeply wanted to meet.
So after the two-dates-in-one event, I had my first lunch date stand me up. Karma is a bitch, no? I drank that beer and deleted her number with great relish. For the first time in my life I did not care. I did not care because I had the numbers of three other women who wanted to meet me ASAP. That was the only time I was ever stood-up.
I guess the next match which springs to mind was the art teacher. We swapped flirty bantering for a week before she gave me her number. When I called her we must have talked for over an hour, agreed to hang out one afternoon. Something came up and I canceled in advance.
A few days later we shared another long phone conversation, with her steering the conversation more sexual than I would have liked for someone I had never met… but I played along, setting another date. A few days before the date, she called and I had it go to voicemail. She more or less wanted to see if I was free that night…. to come over to her place. I had a prior engagement, so I didn’t. After that she canceled on me and became much less interested. I pursued other interests and occasionally called to say Hi. (I don’t know why) After playing phone tag for a while, she finally asked if we could get coffee in L5P one Sunday afternoon. Too short notice for me, as I was working. I pretty much didn’t care anymore… the initial spark and chemistry we had was long gone.
For some reason, I still had her number months later in October. So I texted her during a Decemberists concert at the Variety Playhouse. Naturally, she had no idea who I was but was willing to play along. I did not go easy on her. Finally on Halloween as I was en-route to a party at Park Tavern, she called me. Actually, she had her girlfriend call me and try to figure out who I was. I could hear her drunk and giggly in the background like a 13 year old. She finally got on the phone and remembered who I was… then lost interest in playing and abruptly hung-up. By that time in my adventures I REALLY didn’t care.
