So there is fair coverage, here is a look at some of the things about online dating that are not so great.
It can be sleazy. With the right person, I have an extremely high tolerance for filth and perversion. But. But. Not if it is some random guy I have never met who messages me out of the blue while I am drinking my coffee in the morning. No. I don’t want to see your dick right now. Thanks. Put it away.
Many, many people on the online dating sites are utterly clueless. This is no different than real life. If you walk up to me in a bar and say “hi, Pretty, wanna chat” then you are not going to get anywhere. For one thing, introduce yourself. Use real words.
The profile pictures. Ugh. We have cell phones and digital cameras. Why are so many of the pictures so terrible? Or just plain weird. One guy appears to be wearing a washcloth and nothing else. Another is in something like a sumo thong. Scary stuff.
It can be overwhelming. You have to figure out who is even interesting. Interact with them. Arrange to meet up with them. Keep track of who you have talked to. Try to remember which profile goes with which person.
Mostly it’s fun, but there are a lot of first and second dates that don’t go anywhere. Or go too far. You think a date went really well, but then silence. You think one was awkward and boring and they love you. Sometimes it seems like a bit of a no win, but I’ve had 5 dates in 2-3 weeks that I definitely would not have had otherwise. None of them were disasters, in fact I liked all 3 of the guys. One seems like more friend material, the other has disappeared and I don’t know about the 3rd just yet.
A guy messaged me tonight who lives in Tennessee. He’s looking for a liberal atheist woman to help him take care of his ducks and goats and help him deal with all of the conservative religious people in the rural area. He lives in. They have bourbon there…I like bourbon…and ducks.
So, the downsides are so bad.
As a fallback, I can always move to Tennessee. Or Canada. I also got invited to move to Victoria BC.
Bourbon or Poutine? Which do I love more?